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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton) (11/15)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 11: Same Ol’ Mistakes

Flashback to Early 2019 - New York City

Laughter and chatter echoed through Ayesha's newly purchased condo in New York City. The housewarming party was in its prime, celebrating her big move and the start of her career at a prestigious law firm.

Rorie stepped in, Lewis by her side, her stomach fluttering with a mix of anticipation and nerves. After nearly four months of dating, she was finally introducing Lewis to her closest friends.

Their relationship had been a whirlwind, progressing faster than Rorie could have ever imagined. Despite Lewis's hectic racing schedule, they'd managed to steal moments together whenever possible - stolen weekends in exotic locales, late-night FaceTime calls, and surprise visits to race tracks. Rorie had fallen hard and fast, the intensity of their connection taking her by surprise.

"Ladies!" Rorie called out, approaching the group gathered in the living room. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Five heads turned, eyes widening as they took in Lewis Hamilton standing beside their friend. Rorie made the introductions: "Lewis, these are my girls - KiKi, Deja, Tia, Britt, and of course, our hostess, Ayesha."

A chorus of hellos and nice-to-meet-yous filled the air. As Lewis shook hands with each woman, Deja felt her breath catch. She'd recognize that smile anywhere - it was the same one that had dazzled her that night in New Orleans during All-Star weekend 2017.

Lewis paused as he reached Deja, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Have we met before? You look familiar."

Deja's heart raced, but she kept her cool. After all, she was here with her new boyfriend, a rookie for the Knicks. "Oh, I just have one of those faces," she said with a casual laugh. "I get that a lot."

Lewis nodded, accepting her explanation, and moved on to greet the others.

KiKi couldn't resist teasing, "So, the elusive Lewis finally graces us with his presence! We were starting to think Rorie had an imaginary boyfriend."

Britt chimed in, "Yeah, if it weren't for those paparazzi shots, we might not have believed you existed!"

Lewis laughed good-naturedly. "Sorry about that, ladies. The racing schedule can be a bit crazy as hell." As they settled into conversation, Lewis looked around the apartment approvingly. "This is a great neighborhood, Ayesha."

Ayesha beamed. "Thanks! It took some searching, but I think I've found the perfect spot."

Tia couldn't resist chiming in with a grin. "Speaking of perfect spots, Rorie, so this the man that's been flying you out to all those exotic locations? Your passport must be tired of you!"

Lewis smirked, a hint of cockiness in his voice. "Guilty as charged. What can I say? I like to show my girl the world."

Rorie playfully rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Don't encourage him, Tia. His ego's big enough as it is."

The group laughed, the atmosphere light and celebratory. KiKi leaned in, whispering to Rorie, "Damn, girl. You didn't tell us he was this fine up close. Does he have a brother, a cousin, something?"

"What about Khalil? I thought you two were trying to make it work?" Rorie asked, giving her friend a curious glance.

"Fuck that nigga, let me tell you how I had another bitch call me about messing around with him. I’m not trying to be nobody’s sister wife," KiKi shook her head with a sigh. "Besides, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else."

Throughout the evening, Deja found herself stealing glances at Lewis, memories of that night in New Orleans flashing through her mind. But each time, she'd remind herself of her current relationship, of the life she was building now.

Rorie felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Her two worlds were merging seamlessly, and the future looked bright. Little did she know that beneath the surface of this perfect evening, seeds of future complications were already being sown.

The January chill nipped at Rorie's newly blonde locks as she stepped out of the car, New York City's skyline twinkling against the night sky. She ran a hand through her hair, still adjusting to the dramatic change. The decision to go blonde had been impulsive, a desire to shake things up for the new year, but now a flicker of self-consciousness crept in. The Maison Spoiled event buzzed with anticipation, fashion's elite mingling in a dazzling display of wealth and influence.

"Fuck, it's freezing," Rorie muttered, tugging her fur-trimmed collar closer. Lewis chuckled, his arm snaking around her waist as they approached the entrance.

"You'd think after all these years, you'd be used to it," he teased.

Inside, warmth enveloped them along with the soft clink of champagne flutes and hushed conversations. As Maison Spoiled's newest ambassador, Rorie felt the weight of expectation on her shoulders, coupled with a lingering exhaustion from their whirlwind trip to Brazil.

Their time in Bahia had been... intense, to say the least. Between lazy beach days and family time with Lyric, Rorie and Lewis had rediscovered a passion that left them both pleasantly sore and perpetually grinning. "Trying for a sibling," they'd joked, though the underlying hope was real.

Now, as they made their rounds, exchanging air kisses and pleasantries, Rorie caught snippets of conversation that made her pulse quicken.

"Hamilton to Ferrari? No way..."

"For 2025, I heard..."

Before she could process the implications, Julian Polak appeared before them, his eyes sparkling almost as brightly as the diamonds adorning the room.

"Rorie, Lewis! So glad you could make it," Julian beamed, clasping their hands warmly. "Rorie, you're absolutely glowing. Brazil must have agreed with you."

Rorie felt her cheeks warm, memories of sun-soaked skin and tangled sheets flashing through her mind. "It was... rejuvenating," she managed, sharing a knowing glance with Lewis.

As Julian launched into a passionate explanation of Maison Spoiled's vision, Rorie's mind raced. How had the Ferrari news leaked?

The night wore on, and the whispers grew louder. By the time they left, it was clear that Lewis's move to Ferrari was the worst-kept secret in the room.

Back in their hotel suite, Rorie kicked off her heels with a sigh. "Babe, we need to talk about what happened tonight."

Lewis nodded, loosening his tie. "I know. I've already got calls from Toto and the Ferrari team. We're gonna have to move up the announcement."

Rorie flopped onto the bed, her mind racing. "This is gonna be a shitshow, isn't it?"

Lewis sat beside her, running a hand through his hair. "Probably. But hey, at least it'll take some heat off the lawsuit drama, right?"

Rorie couldn't help but laugh. "Always looking on the bright side, huh?"

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from Kiki:

Girl, have you seen what's trending? #HamiltonToFerrari is blowing up!

"Great," Rorie groaned. "So much for keeping things quiet until your birthday."

Lewis's 39th birthday was just days away, and they'd planned to make the announcement then. Now, it seemed, they'd have to pivot.

"You know what?" Lewis said, pulling Rorie close. "Let's just roll with it. We'll confirm it tomorrow, have a proper celebration on my birthday, and deal with whatever comes our way."

Rorie snuggled into his embrace, feeling the tension start to ebb away. "You're right. We've dealt with worse, haven't we?"

As they lay there, strategizing and stealing kisses, Rorie's phone buzzed. It was Kiki calling.

"Girl, spill the tea!" Kiki's voice rang out as soon as Rorie answered and put her on speaker. "Is it true? Ferrari?"

Lewis chuckled. "News travels fast, huh?"

"You have no idea," Kiki replied. "So, it's legit?"

They spent the next few minutes giving Kiki a rundown of the situation, promising to fill her in on more details later.

After hanging up, Rorie turned to Lewis, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Speaking of Kiki... can you believe she did that to Deja?"

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "You mean the beat down? Yeah, but that's just KiKi."

Rorie shook her head, still in disbelief. "I can't believe she actually did it. I mean, I was thinking about doing it myself, but..."

Lewis burst out laughing. "You? Fighting? Babe, I've seen you stub your toe. You're not exactly Mike Tyson."

Rorie swatted his arm playfully. "Hey! I could totally throw down if I needed to."

Still chuckling, Lewis reached for the room service menu. "Sure, Rocky. How about we order some food instead of planning assaults?"

As they waited for their late-night feast, Lewis's phone pinged. He showed Rorie a photo from his mom, Carmen, of Lyric fast asleep in their Monaco home.

"Looks like he's settling in well," Rorie smiled, a hint of longing in her voice.

Lewis nodded, "Glad that he and Mum are doing well." His mother and Nina seem to have everything under control. The two of them were set for an extended stay in NYC before heading to Brackley for the unveiling of the 2024 season car for the upcoming F1 season.

The knock on the door came just as Rorie's stomach growled, perfectly timed. Lewis answered and wheeled in their feast, the aroma of truffle fries and gourmet burgers filling the suite.

They settled onto the plush sofa, plates balanced on their laps, when Lewis's eyes lit up with that mischievous glint Rorie knew all too well.

"You know," he said, taking a bite of his veggie burger, "this place has got me feeling all sorts of déjà vu."

Rorie glanced around, eyebrow raised. "Yeah? How come?"

Lewis grinned, a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "Babe, this is our old love nest. Same suite we holed up in when we first started dating. Remember? My condo was a construction zone, and we..."

"Oh my god," Rorie cut in, memories flooding back. A smile played on her lips as she recalled those early, heady days. "How could I forget? We barely left this room for a week."

"Mmm," Lewis hummed, pulling her close. "Maybe we should recreate some of those memories, for old times' sake."

Rorie laughed, but there was a glint in her eye. "Another night, maybe. We've got all week, after all."

As they ate, conversation flowed easily, jumping from topic to topic. Rorie found herself sighing wistfully. "You know, I kind of miss that condo. It had the best view of Central Park."

"We could always get another one," Lewis suggested, only half-joking. "Add it to our real estate empire."

Rorie rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Right, because what we need is another home to manage. Speaking of which..." She hesitated, then plunged ahead. "I've been thinking about hiring a personal assistant."

Lewis's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah? That's not a bad idea, considering how crazy things have been lately."

"I actually had Yael and Penni screen some candidates a few weeks back," Rorie continued, her excitement growing. "I've already done a couple of interviews. There are two that really stand out."

And just like that, they were off, Rorie detailing the potential assistants, their qualifications, and her impressions. Lewis listened intently, offering his thoughts and asking questions. The conversation meandered, touching on their early days, current challenges, and dreams for the future. The night stretched on, New York City humming below them, a perfect backdrop to their plans and promises.

A couple of days later, the early morning light filtered through the curtains of their suite, casting a warm glow over the room. Rorie stirred, slowly waking up to the gentle sound of Lewis’s breathing beside her, her bonnet slightly askew from her slumber. She turned to find him already awake, his phone in hand, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes.

"Happy birthday, babe," she whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Lewis smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he turned to her. "Thanks, love. Best way to wake up."

Rorie grinned, cuddling closer. "How does it feel to be one year older? The big 3-9."

"Like I’m just getting started," Lewis chuckled, setting his phone aside. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "But I’ll admit, writing that post took a bit out of me."

"You posted it?" Rorie asked, propping herself up on one elbow, curiosity piqued.

"Just hit send," he nodded, a touch of nervousness in his voice. "It’s official. Everyone knows now."

Rorie gave him a reassuring smile. "I’m proud of you. This is a huge step, but it’s the right one."

Lewis leaned back against the pillows, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. "Yeah, it’s been a long time coming. I’ve been with Mercedes for over a decade. But Ferrari… It feels like the right move for the next chapter."

"So, you’re really going to be wearing red, huh?" she teased, her tone light but with a hint of seriousness underneath. "Looks like Lyric needs to start learning Italian now."

Lewis chuckled, pulling her closer. "He's learning French from Nina, might as well add Italian to the list. He’ll be a little polyglot by the time he starts school."

Rorie laughed, imagining their toddler babbling in multiple languages. "Mmhmm, and you’ll be fluent in all of them, trying to keep up."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, until Rorie’s stomach growled, breaking the peaceful silence. Lewis laughed, his hand brushing her hair away from her face. "Breakfast in bed?"

"Definitely," Rorie agreed, her eyes lighting up. "But after we eat, you should check your phone. I bet the internet’s already buzzing."

Lewis sighed, knowing she was right. He reached for his phone, seeing the notifications already piling up, but he set it back down, choosing to focus on the woman in front of him instead. "The world can wait."

They spent the day in a blissful bubble, ordering room service, lounging around in their plush bathrobes, and indulging in their favorite reality shows. No extravagant parties, no guest lists—just the two of them, savoring every moment.

"Where are you sneaking off to?" he asked, his eyes following her every move.

"Just stay right there," Rorie called back over her shoulder, a playful smile on her lips as she padded across the room.

She disappeared for a moment, and when she returned, she wasn’t wearing her oversized t-shirt and boy shorts anymore. Instead, she’d slipped into something much more revealing—a black lace crotchless lingerie set that hugged every curve of her body. The sheer fabric clung to her skin, the delicate lace tracing the curve of her hips, and the thin straps crisscrossed over her back, leaving very little to the imagination.

Lewis’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her. "Damn, Rorie," he murmured, his voice low and filled with heat.

But Rorie wasn’t done yet. She reached behind her back and pulled out a small box, then from the other hand, a single cupcake that she had secretly ordered from room service earlier. The cupcake was simple—chocolate with a swirl of vanilla frosting and a single candle stuck in the middle.

"Happy birthday, Mr. President," she sang in a sultry voice, channeling her inner Marilyn Monroe as she swayed toward him, the cupcake in one hand and the box in the other.

Lewis’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his mouth curling into a grin. "You really know how to spoil a man."

She placed the cupcake in his lap and then handed him the small velvet box. "I’ve got one more surprise for you."

His curiosity piqued, Lewis opened the box to find a pair of handcuffs nestled inside. His grin widened as he looked back up at her. "Now, this is going to be fun."

Rorie leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish."

Lewis held her gaze for a moment, the tension between them thickening, before he closed his eyes and blew out the single candle on the cupcake. When he opened them again, his expression was full of intent. "You know exactly what I want for my birthday," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Rorie giggled, running her hands through his braids. "Oh, I know," she replied teasingly, picking up the cupcake to place it on the bedside table. She then leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss that quickly deepened, becoming more urgent as their need for each other grew. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the defined lines of his muscles before she pushed him gently back onto the bed. Lewis let her take control, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Climbing onto the bed to straddle his hips, the black lace lingerie barely contained the curve of her ass. The delicate fabric accentuated every inch of her body, and Lewis couldn't help but run his hands along her thighs, marveling at the softness of her skin.

"God, you look incredible," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

Rorie smiled down at him, her hips moving in a slow, teasing grind against his growing arousal as her fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

Lewis watched her, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she took her time, savoring every moment. When she finally freed him, he groaned in relief, his hands gripping her hips as he urged her closer.

But Rorie wasn’t done teasing him. She leaned forward, her hands braced on either side of his head as she kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him. Then, she pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Are you ready for your present?"

Lewis’s answer was a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips. "I’ve been ready all day."

With a wicked grin, Rorie reached for the handcuffs and secured one around his wrist, her movements slow and deliberate, giving him plenty of time to protest if he wanted to. But Lewis didn’t. He watched her with dark, hungry eyes, his teeth biting his lower lip as the anticipation made his pulse race.

Once his hands were cuffed to the headboard, Rorie sat back on his thighs, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Lewis Hamilton, the man who commanded so much power and respect on the track, was now completely at her mercy. And she intended to make the most of it.

She pressed a kiss to his chest, then another, trailing her lips down the hard planes of his torso. Lewis shuddered beneath her touch, his muscles tensing as she moved lower, her mouth leaving a heated trail across his skin.

"Rorie," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Don’t make me beg."

She chuckled softly, her breath ghosting over his abdomen as she glanced up at him. "I love hearing you beg, though."

With that, she took him in her mouth, and Lewis let out a low growl. The sensation of Rorie’s lips and tongue on him was almost too much to handle. He tried to focus on the feeling of euphoria building within him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every movement of Rorie’s head.

He tugged on the handcuffs instinctively, wanting to hold onto something as pleasure coursed through his body. Rorie smiled around him knowing the effect she was having on him. Her mouth worked magic on him, her tongue swirling and sucking with expert precision. Lewis’s hips lifted off the bed, desperate for more as he lost himself in the moment. He could feel the tension building in his core, and he knew he was close. But Rorie seemed to sense it too, because she pulled back suddenly, leaving him panting and aching for release.

"Not yet," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "I’m not finished with you."

"Fuck…baby…" Lewis groaned in frustration, his voice thick with need. "What are you—"

His words were cut off as Rorie climbed up his body, straddling him again but this time facing away, causing him to have an eyeful of her pert ass. She reached behind her, teasing him with her touch as she positioned herself over his throbbing erection. Slowly, agonizingly, she lowered herself onto him until he was buried deep inside her.

They both moaned at the overwhelming sensation, Rorie gasping as she took him to the hilt. The feeling of him stretching her so perfectly made her shiver with pleasure. Lewis's hands clenched around the handcuffs, his muscles tensing as he strained to move with her, desperate to match her rhythm but unable to do anything but lie there and take it.

Rorie began to rock her hips back and forth, setting a slow, torturous pace that had Lewis gritting his teeth in frustration. "Please," he begged, his voice raw with need. "I need more."

A soft laugh escaped Rorie’s lips as she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You want more?" she asked teasingly, her voice a seductive purr. "You want me to fuck you harder?"

Lewis's response was a low, primal growl as he bucked his hips up to meet hers, driving himself even deeper inside her. The sudden movement made Rorie moan loudly, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through her body.

She began to move faster, bouncing on his lap with reckless abandon, her moans and the sound of her skin slapping against him filling the room. Lewis’s head fell back against the pillows, his entire body taut with pleasure as he watched her, utterly captivated by the way she moved.

"F-fuck," he groaned, unable to form any other coherent words as she took him closer and closer to the edge. His entire world had narrowed down to the feel of her tight heat surrounding him, the sound of her moans, and the sight of her body moving so perfectly above him.

Rorie��s hands trailed down his thighs, gripping them tightly for support as she rode him with everything she had. Her body glistened with sweat, her hair falling in wild tendrils around her face, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the way Lewis felt inside her, the way he was making her feel like she was on fire.

She could feel her own orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each movement. Lewis’s eyes were glued to her, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and adoration that only made her want him more. He loved seeing Rorie like this—uninhibited, wild, and completely lost in the moment.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Lewis groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He wanted this to last, wanted to savor every second of it, but Rorie was making it impossible. "You take this dick so well, baby."

She sped up her movements, her moans turning into cries of pleasure as she chased her release, her body moving with a frantic urgency. "Lewis," she gasped, her voice breathless and desperate. "I’m so close…"

"Me too, baby," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers with each thrust. "Come with me."

That was all it took. With a final, desperate cry, Rorie’s orgasm crashed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. The sight of her coming undone above him, the feel of her tightening around him, sent Lewis over the edge as well. He came hard, his entire body shuddering with the force of his release as he emptied himself inside her.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them breathless and trembling from the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Eventually, Rorie released his hands before collapsing onto the bed beside him, her body still humming with satisfaction. Lewis reached out with his newly freed hands, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

As they lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Rorie let out a soft, contented sigh. "You might’ve sweated out my silk press," she teased, her voice playful and light.

Lewis chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Worth it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled, snuggling closer to him, her heart full as she closed her eyes. "Definitely worth it," she whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment.

A few weeks later...

The Bahrain sun beat down mercilessly as Lewis strode through the paddock, his race suit unzipped to the waist. The air thrummed with anticipation, mechanics and engineers scurrying about like worker bees.

"Fuck, it's hot," Lewis muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "You sure you two don't want to wait in the air-conditioned hospitality area?"

Rorie shook her head, her newly blonde hair catching the sunlight. "We're good. Right, Lyric? We want to see Daddy off properly."

Lyric nodded enthusiastically, his little hands gripping Lewis's race suit. "Daddy fast car!"

They scanned the Mercedes garage, taking in the controlled chaos around them. C.J. appeared, tablet in hand, his presence a welcome addition to their entourage.

"Rorie," he said, his voice calm amidst the noise, "just a reminder that you have that call with Tommy Hilfiger in two hours. Do you want me to set up in the hospitality suite?"

Rorie nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, C.J. That would be perfect. And can you make sure Lyric's snacks are ready? He's going to need a distraction during the call."

"Already taken care of," C.J. winked, high-fiving Lyric before stepping away to handle the arrangements.

Lewis couldn't help but smile. "I still can't believe how quickly he's gotten a handle on everything. Reminds me of KiKi, but with better organizational skills."

Rorie laughed, the sound carrying over the roar of engines being fired up nearby. "Don't let KiKi hear you say that. She'll have your head."

They stood there for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere. Lewis felt that familiar pre-race buzz coursing through his veins, heightened by the knowledge that this was his last season with Mercedes.

"You nervous?" Rorie asked, reading his expression like an open book.

Lewis shook his head, holding onto Lyric's hands as he wriggled around him. "Nah, just… ready, you know? After New York, I feel like I could conquer the world."

Memories of their New York getaway flashed through his mind. Late nights, room service breakfasts, and days spent tangled in sheets… It had been exactly what they needed before diving back into the madness of the F1 season.

A mischievous glint appeared in Rorie's eyes. "Well, that week was pretty spectacular. Maybe we should make it a pre-season tradition."

"Don't tempt me," Lewis growled playfully, leaning in for a kiss that was perhaps a touch too heated for their surroundings.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Bono's voice cut through their moment. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need our driver in the car, not making out in the paddock."

Lewis chuckled, handing Lyric over to Rorie. "Duty calls. You two behave yourselves, yeah?"

"Us? Always," Rorie grinned, adjusting Lyric on her hip. "It's you we're worried about. Don't go breaking any records today, it's just testing."

"No promises," Lewis winked. With a final kiss, Lewis jogged towards the garage, his mind shifting gears. The unveiling at Brackley, the Vogue party in London - it all felt like a distant dream and now he was preparing for another long season.

As he slipped into the cockpit, the familiar scent of leather and fuel enveloping him, Lewis felt that surge of adrenaline he'd come to love. This was his element, where everything else faded away and it was just him, the car, and the track.

"Alright, Lewis," Bono's voice crackled through the radio. "You ready to show these youngsters how it's done?"

Lewis grinned, revving the engine. "Let's fucking do this, Bono."

As he pulled out of the pit lane, Lewis caught one last glimpse of Rorie and Lyric. Rorie gave him a thumbs up, her decision to step back from social media and focus on family making her presence here all the more special.

Lewis's car disappeared down the track, and Rorie felt the familiar mix of pride and anxiety wash over her. She bounced Lyric gently on her hip, more to soothe herself than him.

"Alright, little man," she said, turning away from the track. "Let's go find C.J. and get ready for Mama's call."

They made their way through the paddock, Rorie nodding and smiling at familiar faces. The F1 world was like a traveling circus, and after years of being part of it, she'd grown accustomed to the rhythm of testing and race weekends, but this year felt different. With Lewis's impending move to Ferrari looming on the horizon, there was an undercurrent of anticipation that seemed to follow them everywhere.

As they entered the air-conditioned oasis of the hospitality suite, Rorie let out a sigh of relief. The Bahrain heat was no joke, and she silently thanked whoever invented air conditioning.

C.J. was already there, his efficiency never failing to impress her. He had a laptop set up, a spread of healthy snacks for Lyric arranged nearby, and was typing away on his tablet.

"Everything's ready, Rorie," he said with a smile as they approached. "I've got the Tommy Hilfiger team on standby for your call in about an hour and a half. Also, I took the liberty of preparing some talking points for the new campaign, if you'd like to review them."

Rorie nodded gratefully. "Thanks, C.J. You're a lifesaver."

C.J. grinned, a hint of sass in his voice. "Just doing my job. Though I do expect a glowing review at my next performance evaluation."

Rorie laughed, appreciating his ability to keep things light even during their hectic schedule. "Keep this up, and you might just get it."

She settled Lyric with his snacks and toys, and her mind wandered to the upcoming campaign. Despite her decision to take a step back from social media, her commitment to her partnerships remained strong. The Tommy Hilfiger collaboration was a big deal, and she was determined to give it her all.

"Mama, look!" Lyric's voice pulled her from her thoughts. He was holding up a crayon drawing of what she assumed was meant to be Lewis's car.

"That's beautiful, baby," she smiled, ruffling his braids. "Should we hang it up for Daddy to see later?"

As she helped Lyric tape his masterpiece to the wall, Rorie caught a glimpse of one of the monitors showing the track. Lewis's car zipped past, a blur of silver against the desert backdrop. She felt her heart rate quicken, a mixture of excitement and worry that she'd grown accustomed to over the years.

"He's looking good out there," C.J. commented, following her gaze.

Rorie nodded, her eyes still on the screen. "Yeah, he is. Last season with Mercedes... he's got a lot to prove."

"Don't they all?" C.J. quipped, earning a chuckle from Rorie.

She turned her attention back to the papers C.J. had prepared, immersing herself in the details of the Tommy Hilfiger campaign. As she read, she couldn't help but reflect on how much her life had changed. From financial analyst to philanthropist and entrepreneur, married to one of the greatest F1 drivers of all time... sometimes it still felt surreal.

"Rorie?" C.J.'s voice broke through her reverie. "The Tommy Hilfiger team is ready whenever you are."

Rorie took a deep breath, centering herself. "Alright, let's do this."

She sat down in front of the laptop, Lyric coloring quietly nearby under C.J.'s watchful eye, Rorie felt a sense of purpose wash over her. She might be taking a step back from the limelight, but she was still very much in the game.

The call began, and Rorie slipped effortlessly into her professional persona, discussing designs, photoshoot concepts, and marketing strategies. As she talked, she could hear the distant roar of engines from the track, a reminder of the two worlds she straddled.

An hour later, as she wrapped up the call, Rorie felt a sense of accomplishment. She'd nailed the meeting, Lyric had behaved perfectly (with some help from C.J.'s expert distraction techniques), and according to the occasional updates from the team, Lewis was putting in some impressive lap times.

"Mama, hungry," Lyric announced as soon as she closed the laptop.

Rorie laughed, scooping him up. "Me too, baby. What do you say we go find some lunch and then see if we can catch Daddy between runs?"

C.J. chimed in, already tapping away at his tablet. "I can have something brought up if you'd prefer to stay in the cool air. Or I've got a list of the best spots in the paddock if you're feeling adventurous."

Rorie considered for a moment, bouncing Lyric gently. "You know what? Let's be adventurous. We've been cooped up in here long enough."

They made their way out of the hospitality suite and into the bustling paddock. The energy was palpable, with teams rushing about and journalists hunting for stories.

As they navigated through the crowd, Rorie spotted a familiar face heading their way. Toto Wolff, Mercedes team principal, approached with a warm smile.

"Rorie, Lyric! How are my favorite spectators doing?" he greeted them, ruffling Lyric's hair affectionately.

"We're good, Toto. Just finished up a call and now on a hunt for some lunch. How's Lewis looking out there?" Rorie asked, unable to keep the hint of concern from her voice.

Toto's smile widened. "He's in top form. You'd never know it was testing, the way he's pushing. But then again, when does Lewis ever take it easy?"

They chatted for a few more minutes, the conversation naturally drifting to the upcoming season and the changes it would bring. As they said their goodbyes, Rorie couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. This would be their last season with Mercedes, a team that had become like family over the years.

"You okay?" C.J. asked softly as they continued their quest for food.

Rorie nodded, plastering on a smile. "Yeah, just... a lot of emotions, you know? But we're here to support Lewis and enjoy the ride. Speaking of which, I think I smell burgers. What do you say, Lyric? Ready for some lunch?"

As they approached the food stalls, the aroma of grilled meat and spices filling the air, Rorie noticed a woman standing near one of the counters. The stranger's gaze was fixed intently on her and Lyric, a little too intensely for comfort.

Rorie leaned closer to C.J., keeping her voice low. "Hey, do you know who that is? The woman in the blue top?"

C.J. glanced discreetly in the direction Rorie indicated, his brow furrowing. "I don't recognize her, but she's got a paddock pass. Must be with one of the teams or media."

Just then, the woman locked eyes with Rorie. A wide smile spread across her face as she began making her way towards them with determined strides.

Rorie felt a flicker of unease, instinctively holding Lyric a little tighter. Before she could react further, her bodyguard, who had been maintaining a respectful distance, smoothly intercepted the approaching woman.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the bodyguard said politely but firmly. "I'm going to have to ask you to step back."

The woman blurted out, "Rorie! I'm Athena... I'm your sister. Well, half-sister."

Rorie felt as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet. She instinctively held Lyric a little tighter, skepticism evident in her eyes.

Athena, sensing Rorie's disbelief, quickly pulled out her phone. "I know this must be a shock. Here, let me show you..." She swiped through a series of recent photos showing her with Martin and two young men. "That's our dad, and those are our brothers, Azariah and Aaron."

Rorie's mind raced, trying to process this unexpected encounter. She glanced at C.J., who looked equally stunned but maintained his professional composure.

"I... I don't know what to say," Rorie managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She studied Athena's face, searching for any family resemblance.

Same nose, same chin. Just like the men in the pictures as well.

Athena's smile faltered slightly. "I'm sorry to spring this on you like this. I've been wanting to meet you for so long, and when I saw you here... I couldn't let the opportunity pass."

Rorie took a deep breath, trying to center herself. "This is... a lot to take in. How did you even get in here?"

"I'm an intern with one of the media teams," Athena explained. "I didn't plan this, I swear. It was just luck."

C.J. stepped closer, his voice low. "Rorie, do you want me to handle this?"

Rorie shook her head, her eyes never leaving Athena. "No, it's... it's okay." She paused, weighing her next words carefully. "Look, Athena, I appreciate you reaching out, but this isn't the time or place for this conversation. There's a lot to unpack here."

Athena nodded, looking crestfallen but understanding. "Of course, I get it. I'm sorry for ambushing you like this. Could we... maybe talk later? When you're ready?"

Rorie hesitated, then nodded. "Give your contact info to C.J. here. We'll be in touch."

As Athena scribbled her details on C.J.'s tablet, Rorie's mind whirled with questions and emotions. This encounter had just added another layer of complexity to an already tumultuous time.

"Mama, hungry," Lyric's small voice broke through her thoughts, grounding her in the present moment.

"Right, baby. Let's get some food," Rorie said, grateful for the distraction. As they turned back to the food stalls, she knew one thing for certain - she and Lewis would have a lot to discuss tonight.

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Lewis looked up from where he was helping Lyric into his pull-up, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Sister? Aaliyah's here?"

Rorie shook her head from a nearby armchair, her fingers flying over her phone screen as she scrolled through search results. "No, not Aaliyah. Athena. Apparently, she's my half-sister. Martin's daughter."

"What the fuck?" Lewis muttered under his breath, careful to keep his voice low enough that Lyric wouldn't pick up on it. He finished fastening the pull-up and reached for the lotion. "When did this happen?"

"At the food stalls earlier," Rorie replied, her eyes still glued to her phone. "She just... appeared. Said she's an intern with some media team."

Lewis smoothed lotion over Lyric's skin, his mind racing. "And you're sure she's legit?"

Rorie sighed, finally looking up from her phone. "She had pictures, Lewis. Her with Martin and two guys she said were our brothers. And get this - she's in a master's program for communications in London. Interning with a boutique media agency that covers sports, trying to break into F1."

"Convenient," Lewis remarked, his tone skeptical as he helped Lyric into his pajamas. "Bit of a coincidence, don't you think? Her just happening to be here?"

"My thoughts exactly," Rorie agreed. "I mean, it's the first race of the season. Of course, I'd be here. It feels... I don't know, orchestrated somehow."

Lewis finished buttoning Lyric's pajama top and gestured for Rorie to join them on the bed. She set her phone aside and sat cross-legged on the mattress, creating a little family circle. Lewis reached for the small jar of argan oil pomade they used for Lyric's hair.

As he gently worked the product into Lyric's scalp, careful not to disturb the neat braids, he asked, "What do you want to do about it?"

Rorie watched Lewis's careful movements, a small smile playing on her lips despite her troubled thoughts. She loved these quiet family moments. "I don't know. Part of me is curious, but..."

"But you're worried it's some kind of set-up," Lewis finished for her. He understood her hesitation all too well. Their life in the spotlight had taught them to be cautious, especially when it came to unexpected family appearances.

"Exactly," Rorie nodded. She reached out to hold Lyric's hand, the toddler's eyes already drooping with sleep. "C.J. has her contact info. Told her we'd be in touch."

Lewis finished moisturizing Lyric's scalp and carefully slipped a silky bonnet over the child's head. "Well, we don't have to decide anything tonight. Let's sleep on it, yeah? See how you feel in the morning."

Rorie managed a small smile, grateful for his steady presence. "Yeah, you're right. One crisis at a time, right?"

"Story time!" Lyric suddenly piped up, his sleepy eyes widening with renewed energy.

Lewis chuckled, reaching for the book on the nightstand. "Alright, little man. One story, then bed. Deal?"

They settled in, Lyric nestled between them, as Lewis began to read. It was a familiar tale about a little race car that could, one of Lyric's favorites. Rorie found herself relaxing as she listened to Lewis's soothing voice, the day's stresses momentarily fading away.

As the story came to an end, Lyric's eyes were firmly shut, his breathing deep and even. Lewis carefully scooped him up, and together they carried him to his crib in the adjoining room.

They stood there for a moment, watching their son sleep peacefully. Lewis wrapped an arm around Rorie's waist, pulling her close. "Whatever you decide about Athena, I'm here. We'll figure it out together."

Rorie leaned into him, drawing strength from his presence. "I know. Thank you."

As they made their way back to their own bed, Lewis couldn't help but marvel at the constant curveballs life seemed to throw their way.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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findingnemosworld · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 (𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞) 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐠𝐥 … 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭.

As she finished cleaning and arranging her living room, the shrill of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts as well as sent her heart racing seeing as behind that front door was her boyfriend of five months, Liverpool's very own Trent Alexander Arnold, she sprints towards the front door then checks her reflection in the mirror before she swung the door open to meet Trent's smiling face, " Hi baby " he greets her before tugging her close for a kiss that she happily reciprocated while he used his free hand to close the door.

She pulls back and smiled, " Hi handsome "

The pair had been taking their relationship on a rather leisure pace as she had been hurt plenty of times by her former lovers whilst he had been so focused with football that he didn't consider the prospect of a relationship until he met her, they never went very far with physical intimacy as he understood her reservations and wanted to honor them, " How was your day? "

She went about, recounting what happened in work while Trent listened in, voicing his opinion every now and then - she went into the kitchen to start making dinner while he sat on the chair in front of the counter observing her with a soft smile, and it wasn't until she was halfway through her ramble that she noted how he looked her which caused a dust of pink to appear across her cheeks.

He smiled, yet couldn't hep but feel slightly off as he understood her need of personal space and despite her reassurance, he was still unsure. " Baby, you don't have to cook a lot of food. I don't want to trouble you "

She turns around and smiles, " I want to though " she walks over to him then kisses his cheek. " Let me spoil you "

The mere phrasing caused his heart to soften, " You spoil me enough baby " he said.

" And I will keep on doing it forever and ever " She giggles.

" Baby " Trent whispers, half way into watching the film; her head was on his chest while her digits drew imaginary shapes over his arm.

" Yes " She hums, looking up through her lashes to meet his soft gaze. " Is everything ok? "

Trent grew silent, his heart thudding rapidly against his ribcage while his thoughts were swimming in a manner that further made him convinced that maybe he was invading her space, " I ... -erm- " he opens his mouth then quickly closes it, before muttering. " Maybe I should go " he was about to stand up before her hand wrapped around his wrist causing him to sit back down and meet her confused gaze.

" Trent, what's wrong? " She asks with a small voice.

Trent wasn't sure how to voice his concern, he loved her too much and it was killing him just how facile the doubts were eating him up, he sighs. " I just .. "

" Did I do something wrong? " She asks with wide eyes.

Trent groaned internally, this was exactly the opposite of what he wanted her to feel. " No baby " he sighs, cradling her face in his hands, his thumbs caressed the apples of her cheeks. " You didn't do anything wrong, you're so perfect ... it's just, the doubts were killing me, as I was thinking that maybe me being here is an invasion to your privacy "

" No Trent " She shakes her head repeatedly, " I asked you to come because I truly wanted to spend the night with you, these five months were amazing but ... I want to take it further, I want to beat my own fears and be the girl that you deserve "

Trent smiles widely, " You already are the girl I could ever hope for, so sweet, so kind, so thoughtful. I mean, baby you already have my heart " he closes the distance between them with a soft kiss then he whispers. " I love you "

" I love you too " She smiles softly.

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander arnold fanfiction #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander Arnold blurb

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took me 8 months (on and off) and accidently deleting my entire sims 3 folder but i finally finished my lepacy challenge that I started last November. So let me introduce you to this family:

Generation One: Base Game - Annika Gonzalez (née Rae)

Traits: Schmoozer, Ambitious, Bookworm, Flirty, Handy

Lifetime Wish: Renaissance Sim

Occupation: Journalism

Partner: Darren Gonzalez (Husband)

Children: Clemencia Gonzalez, Arturo Gonzalez, Valentina Gonzalez

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Generation Two: World Adventures - Clemencia Gonzalez

Traits: Hopeless Romantic, Lucky, Genuis, Adventurous, Natural Cook

Lifetime Wish: Private Museum

Occupation: Culinary

Partner: Gustave Delvin (fling/one-night stand), Theodore Bachelor (Husband)

Children: Antoine Gonzalez, Riley Bachelor

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Generation Three: Ambitions - Antoine Gonzalez

Traits: Eccentric, Ambitious, Genius, Neurotic, Perfectionist

Lifetime Wish: Paranormal Profiteer

Occupation: Ghost Hunter

Partner: Kate Lee (Wife)

Children: Priscilla Gonzalez, Enzo Gonzalez, Keelly Gonzalez (Time Machine Child), Dorothy Gonzalez (Time Machine Child), Zero Gonzalez (Simbot)

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Generation Four: Late Night - Priscilla Gonzalez

Traits: Schmoozer, Mean Spirited, Dramatic, Good Sense of Humor, Star Quality

Lifetime Wish: Superstar Actor

Occupation: Film (Acting Branch)

Partner: Matthew Hamming (ex-Fiancé), Vladimir Schlick (boyfriend)

Children: Otto Gonzalez-Hamming, Lilith Gonzalez-Schlick

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Generation Five: Generations - Otto Gonzalez-Hamming

Traits: Athletic, Good, Nurturing, Adventurous, Dramatic

Lifetime Wish: Surrounded by Family

Occupation: Firefighter, Teaching

Partner: Jodie Duke (Wife)

Children: Silena Gonzalez, Marigold Gonzalez, Eli Gonzalez, Guiliana Gonzalez, Grayson Gonzalez

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Generation Six: Pets - Selina Gonzalez-Duke

Traits: Animal Lover, Lucky, Good, Loves the Outdoors, Family-Oriented

Lifetime Wish: The Jockey

Occupation: Horse-riding

Partner: Joshy Gonzalez(Husband/Imaginary Friend)

Children: Angelina Gonzalez

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Generation Seven: Showtime - Angelina Gonzalez-Duke

Traits: Diva, Natural Born Performer, Snob, Dramatic, Schmoozer

Lifetime Wish: Vocal Legend

Occupation: Singer

Partner: Callum Ford (ex-boyfriend)

Children: Odette Gonzalez-Ford

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Generation Eight: Supernatural - Odette Gonzalez-Ford

Traits: Proper, Ambitious, Brooding, Supernatural Fan, Rebellious

Lifetime Wish: Master of Mysticism

Occupation: Fortune Teller (Mystic Branch)

Partner: Dante Goldsmith (boyfriend - deceased)

Children: Sage Gonzalez-Goldsmith, Belladonna Gonzalez-Goldsmith

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Generation Nine: Seasons - Sage Gonzalez-Goldsmith

Traits: Ambitious, Friendly, Frugal, Loves the Heat, Kleptomaniac

Lifetime Wish: Home Design Hotshot

Occupation: Interior Design

Partner: Lily Carter(Wife)

Children: Aelia Gonzalez, Artemisia Gonzalez, Ionee Gonzalez (Alien Abduction)

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Generation Ten: University Life - Aelia & Artemisia Gonzalez

Aelia

Traits: Schmoozer*, Charismatic, Artistic*, Irresistible, Social Butterfly, Great Kisser, Avant Guard

Lifetime Wish: Perfect Student

Degree: Communications

Occupation: Art Appraiser

Partner: Jacob Salaman (Husband)

Children: Venetia Gonzalez-Salaman

Artemisia

Traits: Green Thumb*, Ambitious, Computer Whiz, Eccentric*, Good Sense of Humor, Socially Awkward, Genuis

Lifetime Wish: Scientific Specialist

Degree: Science & Medicine

Occupation: Science

Partner: Star Shue (Wife)

Children: Leaf Gonzalez-Shue (Plant-Sim)

* extra traits from degree/social club

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Generation Eleven: Island Paradise - Venetia Gonzalez Salaman

Traits: Loves the Heat, Ambitious, Loves to Swim, Disciplined, Genius

Lifetime Wish: Seaside Savior

Occupation: Lifeguard

Partner: Kazuo Nakamura (Husband - deceased)

Children: Hiro Gonzalez-Nakamura

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Generation Twelve: Into the Future- Hiro Gonzalez-Nakamura

Traits: Eccentric, Mooch, Bot Fan, Family-Orientated, Genuis

Lifetime Wish: Made the Most of my Time

Occupation: Bot Building

Partner: Clark Bellamore (Husband)

Children: Astra Gonzalez-Nakamura-Bellamore (Genetically Engineered), Andromeda Gonzalez-Nakamura-Bellamore (Alien Abduction)

Plumb-Bots: HERA, ACHILLES, N4NN13

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i have like around 2000-ish screenshots of this lepacy, so if anyone would like to see each generation in more detail, I'll be happy to show

#sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #sims 3 lepacy #sims 3 gameplay #simblr #sims 3 screenshots #ts3 gameplay #ts3 lepacy #Gonzalez Lepacy #ts3 #new simblr #first post #the sims 3 #the sims 3 legacy #the sims 3 lepacy

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i just lost my little fucking mind over your new fake dating fic oh my god it’s perfect i’m so excited for the rest, whenever that might come out !! obviously no pressure i just hope you enjoy writing it because the premise is awesome and the first two chapters are incredible :)))

Thank you so, so much!!! I am really excited about this story. It’s been a ton of fun, and I have a lot of funny (and romantic) stuff planned!

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s called Plus One.

Summary: Aziraphale Eastgate’s wealthy family have finally come to tolerate the fact that he’s gay in the last couple of years. However, to their mind, he’s in his mid-thirties and should be settling down with someone… acceptable. So Aziraphale tells them he has a boyfriend whom they haven’t met -and doesn't exist. Now his older brother is getting married, and Aziraphale has been given a plus one. They're expecting to meet his imaginary boyfriend, so he’s got to find a date. Fast.

He takes his problem to his best friend, Fergus, who suggests his mechanic, Crowley. Much to Aziraphale's surprise, the gorgeous (and likely straight) mechanic agrees to go to the Tadfield Estate for the whole five-day event.

Simple, right?

Well...

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It’s rated E for later chapters and I will be posting every Monday and Thursday until mid-March! 💛 I would be honored if you’d like to check it out!!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens au #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #my writing #my fic

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I am loving this Redacted match-up idea. So here goes mine! 😃

• The song my brain’s latched onto right now is “Make Me Cry” by Jacob Collier. The vibes are so perfect. It’s so mellow, and his voice is so freaking comforting. Like…smooth, thick hot chocolate or something. If that even makes sense XD

• I…have no idea what my Ennegram type is. But I’ll totally tell you some other things! I’m a Libra, a Hufflepuff, and last time I checked, my Myers-Briggs type is INFJ? But don’t quote me on that. XD

• Alas, I don’t think I’ve got enough of an attention span to sit through a video essay 😅

• I never really had an imaginary friend as a kid, tbh 🤔

• “Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Helps You Sleep” knocks me out almost every time I listen. So, most nights, it’s that video.

• If I had to change my name, I’d probably change it to Grace. (That’s what it would have been if I wasn’t the name my parents *did* decide to give me)

• Man, that’s a hard question! Buuuut I gotta say, every time I think of my favorite Redacted vids, Vincent’s third video (the one where he “loses control” with Lovely) comes to mind. I might be biased though, because Vincent was my introduction to the channel, but it’s such a good one! The drama. 😍 I freaking love it. We’re not gonna talk about Adam, though, because he terrifies me. XD

• Honestly? I don’t get the hype around David. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m not a huge fan of Tsunderes (which is funny to me, because I love Aaron) and that I prefer vampires to werewolves anyway, but I dunno. He’s just not my cup of tea.

• I could quote Avatar: The Last Airbender all day long. Don’t even get me started. XD SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEEEEEEELLLLL!

• I want Elliott as a BFF, please and thank you. 🥺

• I wouldn’t say I ramble about this when I’m tired, but if someone else shares the interest too, I’ll talk about musicals for forever.

• Well..I don’t drive, so I don’t really visit many gas stations. XD But my combo would probably be a bottle of water and a bag of mini M&Ms.

• It’s actually a Spotify playlist that my best friend and I made for one of my OCs. 🥰

• This is embarrassing to admit, but I still watch stuff that’s “for kids” from time to time. Barbie movies, Strawberry Shortcake, Sofia the First, pretty much any “girly” show that’s made for someone way younger than 24? I love it. 😊 (It’s probably a comfort thing, now that I think about it)

• Let’s see… Other fun facts 🤔. I’m the “youngest” of four (by like, five minutes, so I don’t know if that really means anything), and if you couldn’t tell from this ask, I use emojis up the butt, and am a total stickler for proper grammar. 😂

Oh, so I’ve actually thought about this- you know who’d pair wonderfully with someone from a big family? Huxley with his gorgeous, friendly nature and open heart.

He’s just so natural to love and get along with, so easy-going and charming. Our favorite earth elemental would be so mind-boggled by all your siblings but also delighted, just like your family would delight in him and how well-suited the two of you are together-

-and the two of you are so cute together. Huxley has this steady, reliable nature while also being fun and silly and light. I can totally see him genuinely enjoying all the things you do, even the shows for little girls that you’d be initially embarrassed for him to see you watching. No one is immune to the power of Barbie Nutcracker, and Huxley is no exception. He is ready with popcorn, a cozy blanket, and open arms for a movie night.

Song:

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore/ Love you forever, and ever more./ I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

So this works on 3, count ‘em, THREE levels. One! Earth Angel for an earth elemental? I am a fucking genius. Two. I love the fun, dreamy, romantic vibe for Huxley; it strikes me as something he likes because he heard his moms listen to it. Three. I will seize any and all opportunities to plug a musical, and the Back to the Future musical is so FUN.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is an easy-peasy runner up, because I love to pair musical theater babes together. (I was so sure that was his major before we learned it was creative writing.) I also love Ollie for you, because (fuck JK Rowling and all she stands for but) we love to pair a Hufflepuff with a Hufflepuff.

Note: highly recommend the Back to the Future musical which is rumored to make its Broadway debut soon, it’s very true to the vibes of the movie 🌈

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (August 15, 2023)

23:58 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 23:55 Sam Feldt Feat. Deepend & Teemu - Runaways 23:51 Schiller - Midnight In Shiraz 23:47 Shallour & Riah - Lie 23:44 Depeche Mode - Goodnight Lovers 23:40 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar 23:37 Kidsø - Finja 23:32 Perfect Silence - Di (Original Mix) 23:29 Edx - Neptune 23:25 Lions Head - Begging (Rami Remix) 23:22 Riva Starr Feat. Imaginary - Ride This Sound 23:19 Tiësto - The Motto 23:16 The Alan Parsons Project - Mammagamma (Instrumental) 23:13 Sam Feldt Feat. Lateshift - The Riddle 23:06 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4 23:02 Alphawezen - Out Of Sight 22:58 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended) 22:51 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove 22:46 White Elephant - Sir John 22:44 Nora En Pure - Wetlands 22:41 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 22:31 Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout 22:27 Hearts & Colors - Lighthouse (Andrelli Remix) 22:24 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 22:19 Schiller - Ultramarin 22:14 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 22:10 Blank & Jones - Into The Sun 22:03 Plus Minus - Meeting Of The Worlds 21:59 Alex Breitling - Faith 21:52 David Hohme - Fear Less (Hraach Remix) 21:49 Avicii - For A Better Day 21:45 Lucy Neville - Shameless 21:42 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 21:38 Derrick - Love Away 21:35 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 21:31 Lstn - Sïstër 21:25 Nora En Pure - Don't Look Back (Extended Mix) 21:22 Audien - Blue 21:17 Flamingo Star - Lost In Music 21:12 Tinlicker Feat. Roos Jonker - Come Back Home 21:06 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 21:01 Jacob Gurevitsch - Lovers In Paris 20:58 Sofi Tukker & John Summit - Sun Came Up (Radio) 20:55 Blank & Jones - Coastline 20:51 Rithma - The Return 20:48 Purple Disco Machine - Hypnotized 20:45 George Geccoo Feat. Maik Pinto - Dolce Vita 20:39 Tom Odell - Another Love (Zwette Edit) 20:32 Colyn - Lightyears 20:28 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 20:23 Velvet Lounge Project - Dimelo Tu (Mix And Magix Remix) 20:18 Tinlicker Feat. Hero Baldwin - Rebirth 20:13 Beanfield - Planetary Deadlock 20:09 Nora En Pure - Stop Wasting Time 20:05 P. Lion - Happy Children (Special Remastered ) 20:00 L' Art Mystique - Le Jardin Secret (Original Mix) 19:57 Rosa Linn - Snap 19:54 Olga Scheps - How Much Is The Fish? 19:50 Bedouin Soundclash - Brutal Hearts (Flicflac ) 19:48 Nora Van Elken - Honshu 19:44 Emily Burns - Im So Happy 19:41 Michael Gray & Shelly Poole - Borderline (Lee Muddy Baker Acoustic Mix) 19:38 Gamper & Dadoni Feat. Joe Jury - Satellites 19:35 Eelke Kleijn - Midnight Affair (Samaha Slow Edit) 19:30 Stefano Saletti & Piccola Banda Ikona - Tagama 19:23 Le Roy - See The Light Ahead (Extended Mix) 19:19 Rameses B - Never Forget (Original Mix) 19:16 Tomas Skyldeberg - Outside The Window 19:12 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 19:08 Mikael Delta - The Last Storm Of Words 19:01 Valeron - Jamal 18:57 Lstn - Sky & Sand 18:53 Sphere - I Fly Away 18:50 Avaion, Paulwetz, Nu Aspect Feat. Yuma - Sleepless 18:46 Jako Diaz & Margret - Mirror 18:43 Tenfold Loadstar - Sun And Rain 18:39 Bronson Feat. Lau.ra - Heart Attack 18:32 Edx - Conundrum 18:25 Fc Kahuna - Hayling 18:21 Passenger 10 - The Lonely Boy Who Wanted To Make Friends 18:17 Motorcycle - As The Rush Comes 18:14 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 18:11 Felix Jaehn Feat. Zoe Wees - Do It Better 18:08 Alan Walker Feat. Gavin James - Tired 18:05 Colorblast - Message In A Bottle (Colorblast Version) 18:03 Lucas Estrada & Henri Purnell & Neimy - In My Fantasy 17:59 Five Seasons - In Your Town 17:54 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 17:51 Sons Of Maria - Always 17:45 Schiller Mit Moya Brennan - Falling 17:43 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 17:40 Vize & Alan Walker Feat. Leony, Edward Artemyev - Space Melody (Edward Artemyev) 17:34 Leftfield - Melt 17:31 Sum Wave - Milkyway 17:26 Frank Borell - Epic Dreams (Fifty Shades Of Dreams Mix) 17:23 Blank & Jones Feat. Kyle Pearce - All Of Me 17:16 Beyhude - Akasha 17:14 Zonderling Feat. Josh Cumbee & Damon Sharpe - Lifetime 17:11 Feder & Ofenbach Feat. Dawty Music - Call Me Papi 17:08 Eli & Fur - Come Back Around 17:02 Maestro & Cabal - Clifton Bay 16:58 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 16:53 Cecilia Krull - Agnus Dei (Benny Benassi & Bb Team Remix) 16:48 Agnostica - Lost 16:46 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 16:41 David Guetta, Robin Schulz, Cheat Codes - Shed A Light (Blank & Jones Remix) 16:38 Rita Ora Feat. Alesso - Anywhere 16:33 Avira & Kiko Franco Feat. Nathan Nicholson) - Ocean 16:28 Bush - Letting The Cables Sleep (The N.o.w. Remix) 16:21 Boral Kibil & Gulec - Lost Language 16:18 Lost Frequencies Feat. Love Harder - Beat Of My Heart 16:14 Chris Coco - Letter From Erika 16:06 Mashk & Soul Button - Pensées 15:59 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan 15:52 Hraach - Delirio 15:48 Klangperlenspiel & Puzzls - Kyoto (Wish You'd Move On) 15:44 Above & Beyond Feat. Justine Suissa - Little Something 15:41 Lucas Estrada, Twopilots - Bloom 15:36 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 15:34 Wave Wave Feat. Lena Sue - Repeating 15:30 Topic Feat. Nico Santos - Home 15:26 2raumwohnung - Wir Werden Sehen (Paul Kalkbrenner Remix) 15:22 Madonna - Nothing Really Matters 15:14 Super Flu - Mygut (Solomun Remix) 15:12 Nathan Evans - Wellerman (220 Kid X Billen Ted Remix) 15:08 Burak Yeter Feat. Danelle Sandova - Tuesday 15:04 Magnofield - Lupino 15:02 R3hab & Marnik - Candyman 14:58 Zhu - Faded 14:52 Goa Foundation - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight 14:48 Robert Manos - Silver 14:44 Air - You Make It Easy 14:41 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup) 14:39 Mahalo - High Life 14:33 Channel 2 Feat. Tanya - Soulout 14:30 Ac Venture - Rain In Spain (Roberto Sol Remix) 14:27 M22 - Good To Be Loved 14:23 Nora En Pure - Epiphany 14:18 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 14:10 Framewerk - Electric Religion 14:05 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 14:02 Moby - My Only Love 13:54 Andre Rizo - Hang 13:51 Gamper & Dadoni - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! 13:47 Golden Tone Radio - Glück 13:42 Esteban Garcia Junior - Deep Blue 13:40 Minelli, Filatov & Karas Remi - Rampampam 13:34 Good Guy Mikesh Feat. Filburt - Place Of Love (Mp Edit) 13:28 Bliss - End Titles 13:21 Monolink - Don't Hold Back 13:15 Antennasia - First Flight (Lemongrass Remix) 13:08 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 13:06 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 13:00 Aaron Mcclelland, Marianne - Lets Get Physical (Touch & Go Laidback Dub) 12:57 Nora Van Elken - Okinawa 12:54 Consoul Trainin Feat. Steven Aderinto & Duoviolins - Obsession 12:49 Lux - Northern Lights 12:46 Blank & Jones Feat. Jan Loechel - Beautiful Life 12:43 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind 12:36 Claptone - No Eyes Feat. Jaw 12:33 Backstreet Boys - Chances (Instrumental) 12:29 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 12:25 Patrick Baker - Call Me Up (Original Mix) 12:22 Chaël Feat Kaii - Don't Speak 12:18 Kygo & Whitney Houston - Higher Love 12:11 Atb - No Fate 12:06 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 11:59 Stan Kolev, Yuji Ono - Try (Original Mix) 11:55 Portishead - Revenge Of The Number 11:53 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 11:50 Depeche Mode - Uselink 11:48 Max Johann & Layrz - Tell It To My Heart 11:45 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 11:37 Burudu - Sun Theory (Original Mix) 11:34 Mike Candys & Jack Holiday - Saltwater (Rework) 11:30 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - We're All We Need 11:26 Wamdue Project - King Of My Castle 11:19 Firtz Kalkbrenner - Golden (Fideles Remix) 11:16 Rihanna Feat. Mikky Ekko - Stay 11:12 Kygo With Avicii & Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Tribute) 11:08 Gardenstate & Bien - The Best Part 11:02 Guenter Haas - Look Inside Yourself 10:57 Atb & Anova - Route 66 10:54 Wave Wave Feat. Evie - Real 10:50 State Of Sound - Wake Up Where You Are 10:48 Hugel - Can't Love Myself (Feat. Mishaal& Lpw) 10:43 Three Drives On A Vinyl - Greece 2000 (Sebastian Davidson & Melosense Remix) 10:38 Maa, Seven24, R.i.b. - Frozen 10:34 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 10:32 Möwe - Bad Intentions 10:27 Beth Orton - Central Reservation 10:23 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 10:20 Sam Feldt - Be My Lover 10:17 Tomas Skyldeberg - Chillin With You 10:10 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love 10:05 Espresso Del Lago - Come On 09:58 Armen Miran - Nani Jan 09:56 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 09:49 Relaxraum - Endless Horizons 09:46 Chicane Feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up 09:41 Schiller & Tricia Mcteague - Guardian Angel 09:37 Mandalay - Beautiful 09:34 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin 09:31 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 09:26 Armin Van Buuren, System F - Exhale (Tim Besamusca's Lounge Mix) 09:24 Sans Souci - Fenton 09:15 Tactful - No Fear 09:12 Vamero & Lizot - Bleeding Love 09:03 Blond:ish Feat. Bahramji - Omnipresent 09:00 Klingande, Stevie Appleton - Sinner 08:57 Edx Feat. Jess Ball - Take Me Home 08:53 Loud Luxury - Cold Feet 08:49 Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestr - Come As You Are 08:46 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 08:35 Monkey Safari - Hi Life (Cheeky Bold Cover) 08:30 Kosheen - Hungry 08:26 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Daylight Is Falling 08:23 Shapov & Avian Grays Feat. Kifi - Light Up The World 08:17 Mahoroba - Soft Breeze (On Air Mix) 08:14 Jan Blomqvist & Bloom Twins - High On Beat (Sofi Tukker Remix) 08:08 Mads Arp Featuring Julie Harrington - Alive 08:02 Rodg - Heights 07:57 Monolink - Harlem River 07:54 Blank & Jones - Fall In Love 07:50 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 07:48 Alle Farben & Flynn - I Need To Know 07:44 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay Feat. Olaf Blackwood - I Need You 07:41 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times 07:35 Twocolors - Together 07:30 Nor Elle - Dubsolution 07:26 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now 07:23 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 07:19 Alphawezen - Gai Soleil 07:16 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 07:11 Orbient - Transition 07:07 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 07:03 Sanah - Invisible Dress (Maro Music X Skytech Remix) 07:00 Era - Ameno 06:53 Hraach & Armen Miran - Nowhere 06:50 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 06:41 Worakls - Nocturne 06:39 Hbz, Anna Grey & Agent Zed - Aloha Hey 06:32 Consolidation Feat. Moguai - Ode To Joy 06:29 Blank & Jones Feat. Coralie Clément - Jardin D'hiver 06:26 Together Alone - Let Go 06:19 Rìfìs Du Sol - On My Knees (Oliver Schories Remix) 06:14 Arnej - People Come, People Go (Chillout Mix) 06:10 Ec Twins, Oda Loves You - Wonderful Life 06:07 Sixth Finger - If I Can't Have You 06:04 Sans Souci - Condor 05:59 Hein Klein & Cheyenne - Every Breath You Take 05:54 Loui & Scibi Feat. Nuwella - Your Love (Ian Tosel Remix) 05:51 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Angel Taylor - Make It Right (Trinix Remix) 05:48 Kygo & Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It 05:43 Croquet Club - Awake 05:40 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 05:37 Alex Zind Feat. Lisa Schwab - Cruel Summer 05:29 Pet Shop Boys - Love Etc. (Gui Boratto Mix) 05:22 Beyhude - Alabora 05:17 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 05:12 Lux - Golden 05:09 Bernward Koch - Flowing Colors 05:06 Edx - Missing 05:03 Alan Walker Ahrix - End Of Time 04:59 The Hitmen - Turn Off The Lights 04:55 The Alan Parsons Project - Lucifer 04:51 Arty Feat. Cimo Fränkel - Daydreams (Sultan Shepard Echoes) 04:48 Nora En Pure - Life On Hold 04:44 Kygo Feat. Maty Noyes - Stay 04:38 Röyksopp & Jamie Irrepressible - The Next Day (Mind Against Remix) 04:33 Robin Schulz - Moonlit Sky (With The Void Pacific Choir) 04:30 Lissa, Freddy Verano - Move Like Me 04:24 Airstream - Your Tears (Del Mar Mix) 04:19 Shakedown - At Night (Afterlife Remix) 04:15 Xillions - Somebody Like Me 04:10 Lyke - Stay With Me 04:05 Alex Christensen & The Berlin Orchestra - Infinity 04:03 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 04:00 Le Shuuk Feat. Xilions - Goodbye 03:56 Elmara - Sky In Your Eyes 03:52 Trinix - Vision Deluxe 03:46 Deep Dive Corp. & Setsuna - Transatlantic 03:44 Julian Perretta - Miracle 03:41 R3hab X Lukas Graham - Most People 03:39 Sum Wave - Passing Clouds 03:34 Ganga - Time Spent 03:30 Cosmic Soul & Tom Novy - Like A Dream 03:27 Nora En Pure - Branches 03:25 Lost Frequencies Feat. James Blunt - Melody 03:19 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me 03:15 Kadebostany - Save Me 03:12 Sans Souci - Take My Breath Away (Original Mix) 03:09 Lunax & Zana - Gone Tomorrow 03:03 Camiel - Take Me To This Place 02:57 Monolink - Otherside (Club Mix) 02:54 Trinix - Soweto 02:49 Rodg - Life Is Life (Chill Mix) 02:45 Mandala Dreams - Mirror Lake 02:39 Lamb - Wonder 02:34 Fous De La Mer - Conmigo 02:31 Dizkodude & Dj Antoine - Your Eyes (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Summer Mix) 02:29 Dj Antoine & Flip Capella Feat. Evelyn - Dark Love 02:25 Federico Aubele - Postales 02:22 Gestört Aber Geil & Anna Grey - Thank You 02:18 Minnie Riperton - Lovin' You 02:13 Enui - Adieu (Arielle Lb Remix) 02:09 Thomas Gold Feat. Bright Sparks - Seventeen 02:05 Stone Van Brooken, Henri Pfr - Tarida (Original Mix) 02:01 Lstn - Floral Decor 01:57 Sons Of Maria - Elevate 01:53 Thievery Corporation - Bario Alto 01:49 John Summit & Hayla - Where You Are 01:38 Cell - Above The Clouds (Live Version) 01:35 Loud Luxury & Bryce Vine - I'm Not Alright 01:32 Brando - Don't Call Me (Galantis Remix) 01:28 Dvine - Unknown Reality 01:23 Chris Malinchak - So Good To Me 01:20 Twopilots - Take My Breath Away 01:17 Blank & Jones - Wyb (Deeper) 01:14 Italobrothers - Stay 01:10 Claptone Feat. Dizzy - Queen Of Ice Queen Of Ice 01:05 Nardis - Sunrise 01:01 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance 00:58 Shaun Frank & Takis Feat. Shells - Don't Say I Love You 00:52 Sven Van Hees - Ocean Jive 00:49 Alok, Zeeba And Iro - Ocean 00:47 Alok Feat. Alida - Love Again 00:43 The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This 00:41 James Carter & Ofenbach Feat. James Blunt - Can't Forget You 00:34 Avira & Diana Miro - The Worship (Mark Knight Extended) 00:30 Mr. Probz - Waves 00:28 Tiësto & Ty Dolla $ign - The Business, Pt. Ii 00:23 Boozoo Bajou - Lava 00:20 Munich Monstrs - Shine 00:17 Nto (Fr) Feat. Sofiane Pamart - Invisible (Piano Version) 00:13 Klangperlenspiel - Before The Sunrise 00:09 Sum Wave - Goodbye Earth 00:08 Christopher Von Deylen - Arco Iris 00:03 Lelo - On Your Mind (Lemongrass India Mix)

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slashersangel · 3 years ago

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Hey it’s me again, can I request a Dwayne x reader? It’s not…it’s not going well with the boyfriend and I found out why he was mad. I love my poly boys but I just need Dwayne rn. If your not busy. The reader could be just getting over a break up or something it can be whatever you want it. Just something to make up for today. I like how you write out Dwayne, and he’s kinda my comfort character so please and thank you.

i’ve been like shadow banned this whole time and i didn’t even realize i just thought people didn’t like me anymore💀

anyways, of course i love my dwayne too🥰 i really hope you feel better, make sure you’re taking care of yourself! if not then i’ll find you >:(

• you had just broken up with your boyfriend, whether it was mutual or not, it still hurt like hell.

• you had made plans with Dwayne that night to go play some games at the boardwalk then get a bite to eat, but you couldn’t even stomach going up to get some water from the kitchen. You just wanted to lay in your bed, cry, sleep, watch tv, whatever it was, you just felt horrible and didn’t want to go out, even if it was with your best friend.

• dwayne got worried after the first thirty minutes of you not showing up. At the ten minute mark, okay you just didn’t see the time and are leaving the house now. Twenty minutes pass, maybe you took a nap and slept pass your alarm, or you’re just stuck in traffic or have a transportation problem, nothing to get too worried about. Then thirty minutes, but your house isn’t that far away from the boardwalk, you don’t take any busy streets, you actually could’ve walked and been here quicker. Okay, now he’s worried, eternally freaking out, on the outside it just looks like he’s fidgeting, restless. But on the inside he’s hoping that you didn’t get hurt or worse

• despite his instinct to go and find you, David told him to wait a bit longer, and he did. A whole four minutes, it would’ve been five but everything was screaming at him that you just weren’t okay. and to be fair, you really weren’t. you were this close to eat your feelings away then sleeping off the insecurities you have after eating an entire tub of ice cream.

• dwayne hurries to your house as if trying to beat someone there, an imaginary house robber? yup. some people looking for a fun night? definitely. serial killer? okay maybe he should speed up.

• now usually, like 98% of the time, Dwayne has completely rational mind set, but when it came to you, he had just felt this protective instinct, maybe it was because when he met you, you were crying over how your boyfriend had just ditched you at the boardwalk, he thought you’d be easy prey, but you just looked too sweet, innocent, in need of protection at that moment, then he thought he should kill your boyfriend, but decided against all those thoughts.

• when he reached your house, he took the key from under the daisy planter and opened your door. He looked around and saw no sign of you, he went upstairs and to your room.

• the scent of you filled his nose, a perfect combination of florals and sages. he looked at your bed, under the covers was a lump the size of you. You muttered a weak, go away.

• Dwayne sighed. He had heard your heartbeat when he walked into the room, but you just saying something calmed him down some. Dwayne walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, placing a hand on the lump under the covers.

• you move the covers away from your head and look up at him, squinting your eyes at the light Dwayne turned on when he came in. Then he got a good look at your face. Your eyes were red and puffy as if you just stopped crying a few seconds ago.

• he asked a small “what happened?” and you told him, successfully holding back your tears. Dwayne nodded with what you were saying, rubbing your arm up and down. He knew he was cold to the touch and it might’ve been uncomfortable with your warm skin. Warm skin. Dwayne checks your forehead for a fever but you just felt warm all over. He read somewhere pr maybe over heard, that humans could get sick if they cried too much, and you had definitely cried a considerable amount

• you took his hand off your forehead but didn’t let go, instead just played with the rings on his fingers. You told him that, yes you had a stuffy nose and the beginning of a headache from crying, but no, you weren’t sick sick.

• you knew that he wasn’t a man of many words, but you were happy that he was there with you. And he’d let you talk about whatever you wanted, he’d listen and if you wanted him to speak, maybe he would a little bit, but he isn’t very good with words, just actions.

• maybe that’s why he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, placing both by the end of your bed, and laid next to you, tugging you onto his chest gently, and letting you lay on top of him. Maybe this will finally show you that he’s liked you much more than a friend for a while now,

• but all you could really think of was how you were laying on Dwayne’s naked chest, trying so hard to keep your hands to yourself but you just wanted to trace little shapes on his chest and relax.

• Dwayne was yours until the sun came up, you knew that, you may or may not have known why, but you knew that he’d do anything you’d want. You want to talk shit about your boyfriend? Dwayne never liked him for a second. Want some snacks? He’s in the kitchen or at the store getting your favorites. Movie marathon? Already has your comfort movies out in a row. You want some space? Oh, well maybe he’ll stay downstairs for a while, but once he hears crying he’ll come back up.

• he’s not great with people, especially when they’re crying. but he’ll learn if it meant you’d be okay. You’re his, and he’d take care of you until the end of time and kill anyone who’d hurt you. Speaking of, the next night, Dwayne is a little late to whatever you planned that night but you didn’t wonder why once he gave you an answer. but the next morning, your ex boyfriend was reported missing. When you brought it up to Dwayne, he just smirked and shrugged. “Haven’t seen him.”

hope you liked this lovely! and please feel better, i’m sorry all this is happening to you! <3

thought i posted this last night but ig i forgot

#i love this man with all my heart #dwayne x reader #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys

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not-really-a-writer · 2 years ago

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They kept saying that a clone rebellion would be impossible...but if there's someone out there who can start a clone rebellion, it's FIVES

Imagine this with me…

Tbb s3 e1…

It opens with a Clone trooper fighting for his life on Mount Tantiss. He finds Omega, Crosshair, and Tech and rips off his helmet, smiling cheekily.

“You probably don't know me. I'm Fives. I'm helping you guys get out of here."

Omega immediately recognizes him from Echo’s stories and starts to smile, knowing Echo's going to be even happier when they all reunite.

#Fives LIVES #he does dammit #fives my perfect imaginary boyfriend

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mehphoobia · 3 years ago

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TRIPLE TROUBLE

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Warnings- Language, extreme smut (I think most of it is just smut 😅), extreme cuteness.

Summary- Who knew moving into a new apartment would be so much fun if you have triplets as your neighbors. How much trouble can Peter, Tom and Arvin cause? only a lot...

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN |

PART 2

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There you were standing below a building in front of the entrance with the truck that carried your stuff on your left and surrounded by utter commotion. Why were you here again? Oh yes, you had to move out of your apartment because your godforsaken landlord, well ex-godforsaken landlord had to hike up the rent. You couldn't pay that much of an amount just for your rent to live in that matchbox of a place. Of course it had a nice view, office was closer but the world had to adjust and so did you.

"Miss we are done unloading!" grunted the man. You flinched because of his tone but then you realize you had to pay the man. After fetching a couple of bucks and paying the man, you started your journey to the fifth floor because the lift decided to sleep that day, the very day you had to move and who were your travel buddies? fourteen cartons. Why did you have so much luggage in the first place? you could literally contemplate your life's decision in the time you would have to waste carrying each one them, one by one to your apartment. "Fuck man!" you cursed as you kicked an imaginary rock to let out a bit of your frustration.

Where was your boyfriend when you needed him? oh how could you forget! He cheated on you. There you have it, your life. You stopped thinking as you picked one of your box, just then you heard a voice, "Do you need help?" that angel asked you and you would have cried. you looked at him and you were mesmerized with his curls and a jawline that could cut paper.

"Is it that evident?" you asked and he chuckled. "Are you new here?" he asked picking up one of the boxes. "Yes, my name is Y/N I moving in to 503" you informed as you picked one yourself. He looked at you wide eyed with ripples on his forehead. "Oh so you are the new neighbor. Hello there my name is Peter. W- I live in 502" he smiled as you both entered the building. The work got done easily with someone helping you out. The view from here was not that great, all you could see was your neighbor's balcony. Peter joked that this way you could meet each other every day.

Oh wasn't that guy an absolute sweetheart. If he had a little bit of attitude he would totally be your type. He left after wishing you a good night and flashing that beautiful smile of his, damn you could melt. After moving so many boxes and climbing up and down the stairs, tiredness captured you. You changed into your pajamas and finished the pizza that you had earlier ordered and slept on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, after all those boxes had to be unboxed.

You woke up to someone's washing machine's sound. You were pretty sure that washing machine was trying to run away because of low maintenance. You tried not to stumble over you unpacked luggage as you walked down your hallway tying your hair up in a bun.

Your scrunchie that was tugged onto teeth as you were getting your disheveled hair together fell to the ground. There was a girl sitting on top of the washing machine, naked and the guy was busy eating her out. You sprinted into your room as you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes. You could feel your panties dampening because of her moans that were getting louder by the second. Luckily they took their show inside and you could finally breathe. Well, you didn't expect the view to be like that. Your neighbor with someone. Wait a minute, your neighbor, Peter?

"Wow" was all you could say before brushing your teeth and taking a bath. You never felt so ridiculously single before as you felt now. "fuck my life" was the mantra you kept chanting as you put on your shirt. "Idiot" you grunted as you realized that all your pants were packed and there was nothing you could put on below your shirt. Maybe except for the pencil skirt that somehow managed to escape and you had put it in your handbag as you found it at the last moment.

"Ah yes" you said grabbing the file which you were supposed to hand in today. You locked your door, double checked it and pressed the lift button.

As you were waiting for the lift, you heard Peter's door click open and the girl you saw today morning, yes the one sitting naked on the washing machine, made her way out. Her stumbling feet and incapability to even walk straight summarized her night. "Didn't she have a good time?" you thought to yourself and chuckled as she dared to take the stairs. Who takes the stairs when you have a perfectly fine lift?

"Good morning?" a very heavy voice said behind you. You turned behind to take a better look at him. "Good morning uh..Peter" you said obviously uncomfortable because he still smelt like sex.

"Oh yes me, Peter" he said laughing hysterically. You gulped as you stepped away from him. Sure you wanted him to have attitude but this is not what you expected. His cute little eyes were all hooded and spoke a different language today. As if you met someone else yesterday.

"Are you going up or down?" you asked in effort to change the topic as he walked closer towards you. "Going down kitten" he panted and smirked sheepishly. You could feel his breath as his hands checked you out. He smiled and started to walk away. He looked at you one last time before he locked his door. "Oh God" was all you could say as you clutched your shirt together. You would lie if you didn't feel aroused. Of course he was weird, hell, he was kind of a boy all mothers tell their daughters to be aware off. But this guy had a lot of surprises and were you gonna figure all of them out? Fuck yeah.

After handing over your file to your senior, you took the rest of the day off. On your way back to your apartment, you spotted a café. It was rustic and elegant and beautiful paintings hung on the wall. You stepped up to the cashier to place your order.

"Hi how may I help you?" gleamed the guy. Your smile disappeared when you looked at him. "Peter?" you questioned in confusion. "Peter?" he questioned back. "Uh we met today morning. Don't you remember? You helped me with the boxes too?" you explained. "Are you Y/N?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes" you replied in confusion. "Hi my name is T- Peter." he introduced himself. "yeah I know" you smiled embarrassingly. He noticed your expression and took a deep breath. "Miss Y/N why don't you have a seat? I think we need to talk." he spoke as if in an attempt to not mess things up.

You decided to sit down and talk to him. And you did. You realized he owned this café and a couple more around the city. His gentlemanly behavior was like a spell that enticed you. You could listen to him for hours. His honey glistened tone played their tricks on you.

"Why don't you come over for drinks tomorrow? We can spend a bit more time together" he suggested in a calm tone as he walked you towards your apartment. "Sure. Does 7 sound good?" you asked as you looked for your keys. "Perfect actually, we all will be home by then." "Great, I will see you tomorrow then" you said as you locked the door. What a strange guy? If someone would come and tell you that you saw three different versions of the same guy, you wouldn't be surprised.

You stood in pale pink dress that rested your hips and covered you till your mid thigs, that you hunted from your closet. You had spent the entire day unboxing and setting up your apartment. It was almost 7 and you were a bit tired but you would throw your away for the little get together you had with Peter.

Now standing outside their door clutching to the scented candle, you rang their bell. He opened the door and gestured you to come in. "In here" he said pointing towards a room that was co-joined with the balcony. As you were walking towards that room, you saw a photo frame. Your heart dropped. "Fucking triplets?" you murmured. "Hey kitten" "Hi Y/N" two voices spoke. You flinched at the sudden sound and they stood right behind you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you blurted out your question. You were no longer worried if you sounded rude. "All this time I thought I--you were lying to me?" you asked. "Y/N please listen" Peter spoke, the cute little one you had met for the first time.

You sat down, when they all started explaining themselves. First the other two introduced themselves. The guy near the lift was Arvin and the guy you had met at the café was Tom. Peter told you that he was the one who had started all this confusion because he fell for you at the first sight. He knew Erwin and Tom would like you too and how right he was.

"Peter couldn't control his excitement when he told us about you." Tom said caressing Peter's hair. All the anger somehow melted and turned into a genuine smile. Peter blushed when he saw you smiling, the same smile he fell in love with, they all did.

"Look I had a break up recently. He cheated on me and I might have a tough time adjusting to have another person in my life so soon and three of you together would be overwhelming so can we take it slow? like get to know each other first." you suggested to which Arvin sat down next to you.

"Take all the time you need kitten, we will be right here" he said as he stroked your hair. Soon he was joined by Tom, "1 month, spend one month with us and if its too much for you we will respect your decision." he said as he squatted down to your level. "Okay" you said after thinking about it for five minutes. Peter, baby walked to you and rested his head on shoulder as he sat next to you. Giggles filled the room as Tom cracked his bad jokes. Oh dear the three of them were walking trouble, triple trouble.

Now that you knew about their little secret, they took turns in spending time with you. Everyday Tom would drop you to your office and Arvin would pick you up. Peter would spend the weekends with you. Sometimes all the four of you went on a drive together. Peter would hold on to you as he clutched you from behind when you sat on the passenger seat.

1 month passed away like a jiffy taking away all the confusion and panic you had about being in a polyamories relationship and were you whipped for them. Of course you were.

It was a Sunday, exactly 1 month later, here you were sitting on the couch with all three of them. "So what do you think?" Tom asked you as he pulled you closer. "Do like us now?" Peter asked you with his puppy eyes. "I have always liked you but" you smiled as you continued, "I love you, all the three of you." you smiled with how fast Peter started crying after you finished. Arvin came close to you as he caressed your cheek.

Tom pulled you in for a kiss. His tender lips felt so soft on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he could easily slip his tongue in your mouth. Arvin dragged his lips on your neck, marking you as his, their's. Never breaking the kiss Tom dragged the zip of your dress exposing your black lace. "So pretty" Arvin moaned as he took notice of your exposed self.

You broke the kiss as your eyes landed on Peter. Tom and Arvin sensed you pulling away and looked at each other. "Peter is it too much for you? if you don't want-" "No" Peter's sudden confession stopped you midway.

"I want this, I do want you but I have never done it before." Peter confessed embarrassingly. You smiled as you pulled him close to you. "It's okay I will take care of you, don't you worry." As you pulled his pant's zip down exposing the dent that he was trying hide, Tom chuckled. Peter whimpered when you fetched his member out the confines and licked off the leaking precum. Tom slid your bra away and Arvin had his hands exploring your womanhood.

You licked a wide strip, leaving Peter withering above you. He clutched your hair when you suddenly made eye contact with him and pushed you down on his cock. His cock was girthy and long with made arousal drip from your pussy. Arvin was quick to spread your arousal, lubricating you. Tom had one of your nipple in his mouth as he lay below you.

Peter's girthy cock sat at the back of your throat leaving him in all moans. Suddenly Arvin pushed one of his digits in your leaking pussy. The sudden intrusion choked a moan out of you. The vibration of your moan had Peter's head falling back in pleasure. "You like that, kitten? You like my fingers in you?" you swallowed at Arvin's filthy words. "Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers, fuck you till you are shaking?" Tom said while rubbing your nipples together at the same time. Arvin rubbed your clit with his thumb as you bobbed you head up and down on Peter's cock.

"Such a good pussy, Tom" Arvin panted. "Vin' e-every time you talk like that, she s-swallows and it feels so fucking good." Peter said in between his moans. "Yeah? you like it when we talk dirty?" a sudden slap sent vibration throughout your pussy and you swallowed your moan. That was it for Peter, he came in your mouth and you could feel hot cum filling your throat.

You popped off of Peter's cock as Arvin pulled you backwards and kissed you. It was messy and rough and you loved it. "Do you want Tom to fuck you?" Arvin asked. On his cue Tom pulled out his cock and slid a condom on it and lined up at your entrance. "P-Please" you managed to say while Arvin continued to rub your clit. "Please what kitten?" he pushed you towards your edge. "Please fuck me" you moaned. "Fuck her Tom and don't cum till I say" Arvin commanded.

Peter took one your nipples in his mouth as he Arvin pushed through your velvety folds slowly allowing you to adjust. Arvin wasn't as girthy as Peter but he was longer than him. Tom bottomed out with a grunt, "so tight and wet. N-Not gonna last".

"P-Please m-move" you mumbled and it was enough for Tom to fetch out his cock completely and slam it in again. Soon he set a pace which had you writhing under him.

With Tom fucking you at a past that has you drifting to heaven and Arvin rubbing you clit vigorously with Peter sucking your nipples together was enough to send you over the edge. "Can I cum, Pplease?" you panted. "Not yet kitten" with that soon Arvin replaced his thumb with his tongue. "Come on kitten cream all over his cock. need you taste you." he said and it was enough for you to let go.

You had never cum this hard in your life. You could feel Tom's softening cock slip out of your pussy and Arvin was kind enough to clean all the mess with his tongue. The overstimulation was too much for you so you came second time that night.

All the three of you were staring at the ceiling, panting when you spoke, "Oh I am definitely into trouble".

"Triple Trouble" all of them spoke together.

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A/N- Hey guys, so this is just another fic in my draft. Tumblr is making me write all my fantasies and do I like it? I freaking love it.

I am thinking about posting a Sebastian Stan fic so if you have any requests please send them to me. I have been waiting to write a fic on him.

Oh ok on heavy request, HEAVY request there will be a part 2 of this fic..damn guys I received so many asks for this one 😂

for part 2 I didn't really plan anything it was just going to be a simple fic but look how that turned out to be?

if you have any specific plot for part 2 send me in your request i will definitely go through it..

Love yourself..you are worth it ❣❣

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year ago

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If you're still doing the matchups, I'd love to get one, thanks. This is such a cute and fun idea, and I've loved reading them. Thanks for doing this!

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? Queencard by (G)I-dle. It's mostly in Korean, so I can't understand most of the lyrics, but it just makes me feel so happy.

What is your Enneagram type?

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Depends if it's something I'm vaguely interested in or not.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I don't remember, and I asked my mum and she can't remember any details either

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Get waaaay too tired because I've stayed up too late 😭

Aside from that, my fave Redacted sleep aid

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

Daisy maybe, I like the sound of it.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Anything Adam. Something about him just scratches that weird little itch in my brain just right.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Sam maybe. I haven't listened to most of his audios, so haven't got really invested. Also the overhype for him in the fandom has kinda made me sick of him.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

None really, I don't rewatch stuff a lot, and my memory isn't great, so that doesn't help lmao.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Guy, maybe. He's so fun and I love him so much, but I don't think I'd want to date him.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Nope, I just get really quiet when I'm sleepy.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

A slurpee and a sweet pastry of some kind, probably.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

I've made one that I add all my musical hyperfixations to as they occur. It's sooo good (imo anyways).

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

I try not to feel guilty about anything that I really enjoy. I guess boyfriend asmr could count, since it's not something I'd discuss with anyone unless I knew they were also a fan.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Idk, I'm just a person at war with their brain (ADHD) and their body (gender dysphoria)

Thanks again! ❤❤❤

Type Fives seem to be characterized as independent, thoughtful people in their own heads and thoughts. That tracks with what I know of ADHD and your quiet temperament when you become tired, and because of this, I like Huxley with you.

I feel like people can take Fives, like Honey, and mistake their stoic or introverted nature for misanthropy or arrogance; Huxley would know better. He strikes me as a very chill, flexible ambivert, nature thriving in clamor or silence, you know? He’d be a supportive, steady presence by your side- your rock, if you will, which all neurodivergent people could use (I say from experience).

Being with Huxley would be just so perfect, as perfect as a relationship could realistically be. He’s so thoughtful, considerate, and empathetic; he’d be a great person to have around when suffering from dysphoria, always willing to listen and knowing what he can do to help. Since he’s also so chill and so nice and so genuinely interested, he’d love to hear you talk about boyfriend asmr or whatever you might be hyperfixated on. He’d be one of those people who sincerely listens to infodump and becomes an expert on those subjects just to engage with you and what you love.

Song:

Ooh, who said it's true/ That the growing only happens on your own?/ They don't know me and you/ I don't think you have to leave/ If to change is what you need/ You can change right next to me

I’m a sucker for Huxley and songs with growing/nature-centric word choices; what can I say? Huxley strikes me as a chill, acoustic, indie kind of guy who loves some solid, stellar vocals, so this Ben Platt song works well with that. I also love that this is a really realistically romantic song that has a sentiment I could see Huxley expressing, you know? It has this imagery of two people like vines or trees in a relationship, growing together, becoming intertwined, supporting each other over them.

Runner-ups:

Lasko is a runner-up because I’m a Lasko kinnie, I’m autistic so Lasko is autistic, and there’s no cuter ship than the ADHD/Autistic ship, you know? They work! Ollie is a runner up for more legitimate reasons in that he has a lot of the same supportive, sweet traits as Huxley- just not as much.

note: thank you so much for waiting and playing~!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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˗ˏˋ@bukojuiice’s BNHA masterlistˎˊ˗

REQUESTS: [CLOSED]

➸ Headcanons

♡ ྀ “midoriya, bakugo and todoroki cramming school works with their S/O”

♡ ྀ “baby it’s cold outside.” (katsuki bakugo christmas hcs)

♡ ྀ “going to Universal Studios Japan with them”

♡ ྀ “how you spend a virtual valentines date in quarantine w/ them”

♡ ྀ what happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter?

♡ ྀ i like you a latte. (Coffee Shop AU! Headcanons)

♡ ྀ what they would be like as disney princes

♡ ྀ their wedding day with you

♡ ྀ the lovey-dovey things they do with you while you're both stuck at home during quarantine

♡ ྀ the kinds of movies he’d watch with you.

♡ ྀ when he does the lip bite

♡ ྀ when they read self-insert fanfiction of themselves

♡ ྀ cat ears or maid outfit?

♡ ྀ how dekusquad + bakusquad comfort you after getting your heartbroken

♡ ྀ mha boys accompanying you to buy lingerie

➸ Izuku Midoriya

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ I will hold on to everything we got. A quitter, regretter and forgiver is everything I’m not.

(↳ unprompted and unexpected goodbyes are the worst. how are you going to be able to tell izuku the fact that you were moving away from the city that the two of you have lived in, grew up in, and soon became the place where the two of you fell in love with each other? how could you let this precious cinnamon roll go?)

♡ ྀ she’s not afraid of scary movies, she likes the way we kiss in the dark.

( ↳ it is your weekly movie night with Izuku and co, but whilst waiting for your other friends, you and your boyfriend had the most wonderful idea of watching a gory horror movie.)

♡ ྀ as the world caves in

( ↳ no one else could ever carry the burden that Izuku holds in his hands. But when a girl from his past helps bring him to a realization, he begins to contemplate on whether or not sacrificing everything that you love to become a hero is worth it all.)

➸ Katsuki Bakugo

Cuddle Buddy! (Social Media AU)

Katsuki’s Convenience (Social Media AU)

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ thank god for plot twists like you.

( ↳ Katsuki barges in your dorm room after class to see you crying in your bed with your phone in your hand… but why exactly?)

♡ ྀ the s in studying stands for sexy times (implied smut!)

( ↳ katsuki is helping you study for your finals. but to no avail, none of the articles you were reviewing were processing inside your mind at all. until, katsuki had thought of a great idea to help you study. a spicy one at that.)

♡ ྀ you fell from the sky into my lap (smut)

( ↳ You and Katsuki become one as the two of you get in the mood with the music on his Spotify playlist.)

♡ ྀ my world is changed and it’s cradled by the comfort that is you.

( ↳ After receiving a quarterly report on the status of your hero internships and as a 3rd year student of UA Academy, your day is ruined as soon as you began to read it’s contents. Your explosive boyfriend does not want to see you like this. But how can he possibly cheer you up?)

♡ ྀ like the soul of honey

( ↳ Christmas finally approaches and your daughter, Hikari, can’t wait to spend it with the best parents ever.)

♡ ྀ you got questions, i got answers tonight, babe. (smut!)

( ↳ you and the bakusquad drag bakugo to a short vacation after such an intense week of hero work, much to his annoyance. however, his stress and pent up energy was more than you expected, so you knew exactly how to release all his frustrations.)

♡ ྀ fix you. (studio ghibli au! princess mononoke au!)

( ↳ Katsuki Bakugo is the righteous yet arrogant village prince of the east. The entire village relies on him for protection and for guidance, further inflating his ego. however, after a cursed boar attacks him and the curse is passed on to him as a poisonous mark on his arm, slowly consuming him until he becomes a demon himself. he is exiled without hesitance from his village and is to go on a journey to look for a cure, a journey he might never come back from. With the help of two of his most trusted allies, he embarks on a journey to look for the gods of the forest in where he meets a girl (just as striking as him) who brings him back down to earth, saves him and make him experience a true life worth living.)

♡ ྀ 25 lives (time traveler au!)

( ↳ After losing the love of his life in a brutal villain incident, Katsuki Bakugo had lost a part of him. Nothing and no one could ever bring her back. He became the shell of a person he once was; fiery, bright, and the driven #2 Pro-hero in the country. He continues to live life with guilt, all hope still lost until he is gifted a time device that can transport him to parallel universes, dimensions and alternate worlds, where he begins his quest to find his lost love. Crossing a hundred of realities and living twenty-five lifetimes just to bring her back into his arms. )

♡ ྀ to the most explosive boy i’ve ever loved before

( ↳ six letters. one for every boy you’ve ever loved. The letters for your eyes only, filled with all the words you could never say. until, one day, they start appearing out of nowhere into your life again, and your love life goes from imaginary to out of control.)

♡ ྀ lovesick girl

( ↳ your planned birthday surprise for katsuki takes a turn for the worst when you’re suddenly struck by a cold, prompting your dynamite boyfriend to take care of you and shower you with love and affection on his special day.)

♡ ྀ nicotine and faded dreams (smut!)

( ↳ Fame. Success. Glory. Bakugo’s had and seen it all, being a part of one of the biggest bands in the world. All he’s ever wanted was (Y/N), who comes back into his life just in time for the last leg of the band’s European tour. Bakugo thought that after making it big he wouldn’t have to face the muse for their most successful song any time soon. But a trip to Venice organized by scheming band mates has him stuck in a car with that very same muse. or Rock bands, a love Bakugo’s been trying to run away from and a cleverly schemed road trip: what could go wrong?)

♡ ྀ the morning afterglow

( ↳ basking in the hues of wonderment that is the morning sun with your explosive boyfriend by your side was truly a dream. lingering in the bed much longer was an absolute must. these are one of those days.)

➸ Todoroki Shoto

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ when you kiss me, heaven sighs.

( ↳ you and Shoto arrive in the city of love. the day seems perfect until things go awry.)

♡ ྀ a love like the movies

( ↳ Shoto spends his only day of rest and relaxation by watching iconic tv shows and sitcoms with you.)

♡ ྀ my youth is yours.

( ↳ shoto todoroki entered college with one thing in mind; be able to graduate and follow in his family’s footsteps. however, college had different plans for him. and meeting the one he would spend the rest of his life with was one of them.)

♡ ྀ merry go round of life (studio ghibli au, howl’s moving castle au)

( ↳ shoto todoroki is a magical prince who yearns for freedom. with the entire country against him, and the freedom he ever so wanted barely in his grasp- he seeks solace in a girl who works in a hat shop. she was his comfort in days full of disaster and war. and ever since then, he has finally found a reason to live.)

♡ ྀ something in the rain

( ↳ you and shoto were once childhood best friends and sweethearts who had lost touch and communication. 12 years has passed since then, and on a fated summer day in june, there was something in the rain that brought two lost souls back to each other’s arms.)

♡ ྀ are you feline what i’m feline? (smut!)

( ↳ blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.

♡ ྀ if i could tell her

( ↳ in where shoto todoroki is hit by a sudden realization that the love of his life was right in front of him all along and all it takes is for her to cross the crossroads for him to finally realize.)

♡ ྀ written in the stars

( ↳ shoto takes you out on a special date. a date that entailed love in all it’s bare simplicity. love in all it’s highs and lows, and love that is worth being written in the stars.)

➸ Eijiro Kirishima

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

( ↳ It is your 1st year anniversary with Kirishima. With no idea how celebrate it, Kirishima asks for the aid of Bakusquad and they have very interesting ideas and plans to say the least. Will he succeed and plan a perfect surprise for you?)

#juliannewrites #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #todoroki shoto x y/n #boku no hero academia x rader #my hero academia x reader

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laketaj24 · 4 years ago

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Single in Staten Island: Tattoos & Kisses

Author’s Note: This is a three-part series I am going to do on Pete!! I am going to use the prompts I got in the second part! I talked with a friend about him—he does truly deserve a good girl or someone who won’t fuck him over. Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow, no lie.

Warnings: None, just language.- Smut in the following parts.

Pairings:Pete Davidson x Reader

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“What’s your order?” The chipper attitude they were supposed to have had left the day you turned in your two-week notice. This coffee shop had been the bain of your assistance. Fuck this place. Fuck these people and fuck their fancy, overdone ass orders. You leaned on the counter, giving the man in front of you a stern look.

He looked around. Clearly, you didn’t have an attitude with him. He’d just walked in the fucking place. “Uhm—,” his eyes found the menu, but there was an aloofness in him that triggered you.

“You’ve been in line ten minutes, and you don’t know what you want?”

“Yep.” He nodded and shot a smile. “Ten whole minutes. Still a fuck up.” His finger tapped on the counter, and he looked up at the menu. Nothing here looked worth seven dollars, especially not a coffee. “What’s good here?”

“Look, I don’t know. ”You sighed. “I’m about to go lunch, and you’re the last order.” You flourished the lack of customers behind him.

“You from around here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your attitude is pretty fucked up; I figured you lived up the block.” He took a pregnant pause and chuckled. “An Everything Bagel, jalapeño cream cheese, and a grande black coffee.”

“What’s the name?”

“Pete.”

“Spell that.”

“You can’t spell Pete?”

“You from around here?” You quipped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I figured your name is probably spelled all fucked up and shit.”

He laughed, which was not what you expected; you just knew this was the gasoline added to a shitty fire. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Kinda weird.” He shrugged. “You wanna go somewhere better than this on your lunch break?”

“Unless you have a gram and a beer, no.”

“I have a gram and some black coffee if the barista doesnt quit before she puts my order in.”

You snickered. “That’ll do. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere but fucking Staten Island.”

The ferry. It hadn’t been in the plans, but you were happy you said yes to the lean stranger. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette in one hand a flask in the other. It wasn’t precisely beer, but you had no complaints. “You want a sip?”

“Sure,” You took the flask without hesitation and chugged down three gulps before passing it back to him. It was gin, dry grade A gin. “That’s the kind of shit you bring on a ferry?”

“I thought I grabbed my tequila, but I must’ve drunk it all.”

“Drunk at 2pm on a Tuesday?”

“I’m not drunk; I’m enjoying a drink. Judge much?”

You shrugged and turned, resting your back on the railing beside him, feeling the cool breeze run through your hair. “So why did you invite me out here?’

“You looked like you needed saving, and I’ve been there. Shitty job with shitty people.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into the water below him. “Plus, you cussed me out on the job, which means your kinda badass.”

“I like to think I am.” You admit and nod your head. “You ever get tired of doing the same old shit?”

“yep, that’s why I get tatted.”

Then you noticed the tattoos spackled across his body in random places, and they were once more in a random fashion. Yet, you liked them; they matched him, odd and somehow insanely attractive. “Pete, I want a tattoo. Take me to your guy.”

“What do you mean to take me to my guy? Does it look like I have a guy?” Pete laughs. “I’m like a god damn coloring book; let’s find the first shop and just do it. I pick yours… you pick mine. Stranger tats.”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend won’t appear and try to beat my ass?”

“Unless you’re imaginary, too, I think you’re good.”

‘Fucking Brickhouse like you, single in Staten Island?”

“Single in Staten island is not a rarity.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s the only way to be.” He said with a bit of sarcasm.

The conversation was random the entire ferry trip; you made wisecracks and rebutted, flirting with you but keeping his distance. “Tell me three weird facts about yourself.” You twiddled with your fingers and looked up to meet his brown eyes. “I’m sure you have more than three, but spare me the rest.”

“I like to be alone.” Pete looked back. “But I love a good party, but when I go, I hang out alone and watch people. People are interesting as fuck.”

“I find them to be boring.”

“That’s because you’re not looking for the right things.” He pointed to the woman about fifty feet away from the two of you. The older lady sat tired, sunglasses covered her face while the gray hair blew wild in the wind. “See Gladys there; she’s about to go home to a man she’s been with for thirty-five years. The best dick she ever had.”

Your face radiated with heat as you suppressed a chuckle. “Has to be to stay with it thirty-five years.”

“You haven’t had someone dick you down that makes you want to stay thirty-five years?”

“Not even make me want to stay a week,” You answered.

“That’s fucked up.” Pete smiled.

“That’s life, Pete. Unfortunately, people don’t always get good dick like Gladys.”

“Yeah, lucky bitch.” His phone rang, and he shifted, digging in his light denim jeans to retrieve his iPhone and answer the call. “It’s Pete.”

You turned, giving him some privacy and taking it all in. You didn’t plan to return to work, fuck that place and everything it entailed. You started a new job in three days; you’d take these three days to not give a fuck. That feeling started today; it started with your new friend Pete and this tattoo. The call ended after a few minutes; he didn’t talk about much, just a conversation with a friend and plans he had for a party later tonight.

“The shop is about five blocks from where we get off. Have you decided what I’m getting?”

“I want to see the designs first; I want it to be memorable.”

“Make it your number.”

“Is that your coded way in asking for it?”

“Not coded, I swear.” Pete leaned closer to you. “I kinda think if we are gonna get stranger tattoos, we should have each other’s number.’

“We won’t be strangers then.”

“Call them something else then.”

“I’ll let you know if you can have this number later… I haven't got an invite to this party yet.”

“You're totally invited.” Pete tossed his hands up. “Give me three digits.”

“847.” You snickered.

“Good, I guess I can work for the next seven.”

The shop was grimy, with dark walls and low lights. The smell of weed and liquor hit your nose, and you felt at home for some reason. Your legs ached; the walking didn’t bother you usually but pairing it with walking didn’t do much good for you. You sat in the chair across from Pete. “Don’t make this a dumb tattoo.”

“You’re talking to the king of dumb shit.” He pointed to the small elephant; it wasn’t dumb, though. It had a feminine line design, and it was petite, adorable even. “I’m sparing you today. You’re getting this,” He smiled. “An elephant, not dumbo but a distant hot cousin.”

“I like it.”

“Good.” His smile was sincere. “I hoped you would. When is she up?” He asked the artist.

“I can get her now.” He answered as he started to sketch the elephant onto the transfer paper. “Hop up, sweet cheeks, and it’ll be about ten minutes.”

Pete extended his hand like a gentleman and led you to the red leather chair. ‘Ever had one before?”

“I have three.” You admitted.

“I see none.” He looked you over quizzically. “Not a one.”

“They are hidden….” You answered, choosing not to tell him they were down your chest and down your thigh.

“Secret tattoos. I like it. I can dig it.”

“Sure. Where is this party tonight?” You asked.

“Back in Staten Island.”

‘Can I trust you, Pete?”

“I hope so; I feel trustworthy?”

“You answered that like you didn't know the answer.” You shifted in the seat and pulled your shirt over your head. You revealed the tattoo of the moon phases going down your chest. “Just because you can't see something does not mean it isn’t there.”

“They're fucking awesome, like the person they are on.”

“You only think I’m awesome because you don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

It was not like you to kiss a stranger because instead, you wanted to admit it or not, Pete was a stranger to you; you didn’t care. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and he responded immediately, kissing you back eagerly. His lips were soft, full, and applying just the perfect amount of pressure to yours.

“You two want to fuck or get this tattoo.”

You exhaled, pulling away from him. “Can we do both?”

To be Continued.

@honestsycrets @pyschiccreationtaco @opalsandlacemain @battbeans @placeoffreedom @daddyavesxx @niamandthings @honeyel @locht3ssmonster @itslovengie

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson x you #pete davidson x black!reader #laketa j writes

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awanderingdeal · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday, Finnegan.

I was writing this in the office at work the other day and my manager asked what I was doing and I answered that I was writing a story for my friend for their birthday because I didn't want to tell her I was writing fanfic. So, in true being friends with Lucy style, this is two days late. Sorry! No matter what, the creation of this character deserves to be celebrated.

This is set in an AU universe where the cubs are out.

CW: Food talk and a brief mention of alcohol

Rating: G

Please message me if I missed any content warnings or you think I need to change the ratings.

All characters (except Bailey, she's mine) belong to @lumosinlove.

“Friday night and the lights are lowwww, Looking out for a place to goooo,” Finn spun around the island, the wooden spoon at his lips providing the perfect microphone for his rendition. He halted in front of Logan, laughing at what he could tell was a disgruntled expression despite most of his face being covered by the hoodie he’d pulled tight around it, his hands covering the bottom half. “It’s my birthday, come and dance with me,” Finn pleaded, tugging at the overhang of Logan’s sleeve.

“Non, it is too early,” Logan grumbled. “Dance with Knutty.”

“Knutty is busy.” Finn threw a glance over his shoulder at Leo, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend humming to himself as he moved gracefully at the stove. Leo turned to meet his gaze, his damp hair forming golden curls that Finn thought made him look like a cherub.

“Here,” Leo tipped his head at the freshly prepared coffee. “Coffee’s ready, you can caffeinate him. Just needs sugar.”

Finn pressed his lips to Logan's forehead. "If bring you coffee will you dance with me after?" Logan huffed but nodded, pushing his hands through the holes in his sleeves to receive the steaming cup.

"Okay, deal, but I'm starting the song again." Finn's grin was met with a low groan. After drawing the drink out as long as he could, technically, Logan did fulfil his promise, standing to reluctantly move his body to the music.

Finn saw the exact moment Logan chose mischief, his bright green eyes lighting up even more than usual. "Catch me and I'll dance with you properly."

Finn raised an eyebrow, matching Logan's fast walk around the island. He was the first to risk Leo's wrath, picking up the speed to a jog, and took advantage of his longer arms to close the gap.

"Got' cha," Finn grasped Logan around the waist, Logan's head tipping back in an uncharacteristically bright laugh as Finn reeled him in. "You are the dancing queen, young and sweet," Finn sang loudly, spinning Logan away from him and pulling him back when their fingertips threatened to split.

Logan placed his palm on Finn's chest, letting himself be rocked to the music. "You should be singing this to Leo, not me."

Finn glanced down at Logan and despite the fact no words were vocalised in that moment, their eyes said a lot. In an almost synchronised moment they turned their gaze to Leo.

"Nutter butter," Finn said. "It's your turn to be serenaded."

"Oh no, what a shame, breakfast is ready," Leo smirked, pouring a generous helping of maple syrup over one of the bagel stacks; Logan's. Finn considered protesting, but the sight of his own plate was too tempting.

"The serenading will recommence at a later time," Finn insisted, grabbing one of the plates and carrying it through to the dining table. They didn't eat here often, preferring either the island or the sofa, but today it had been decorated with balloons and presents had been piled at the end.

***

"That was amazing, thanks Le." Finn already missed the stack of bagels; bacon and a poached egg layered between them, and dripping with hollandaise sauce. "Can I know what you've got planned now?"

"No problem, anything for the birthday boy." Leo swallowed a bite, sliding one of the wrapped boxes towards Finn. "We told you, it's a surprise. You can open presents though."

Finn worked his way through the gifts, too many of them from Leo and Logan. There was nothing extravagant but they seemed endless and each one reminded him how much they knew him. His favourite chapstick. A crate of beer from a craft supplier he really enjoyed. A set of massage oils and a promise to help him use them. Some monogrammed golf balls. And his favourite, a handwritten letter from the both of them that he would treasure forever. He read the cards from the rest of the team through damp eyes.

“Can you tell me the plan now?” Finn asked the question again once he’d worked his way through the gifts and the cards. Logan dragged his lips against his teeth, as if he was physically keeping the words from spilling from his mouth.

“Don’t give us those bambi eyes,” Leo shook his head, throwing a balled up napkin in Logan’s direction, the item hitting him square in the forehead. “Don’t you dare tell him.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I can tell you want to,” Leo retorted. “We have to clear up first. Put the music back on. I want to dance now.” It was much later that Finn came to recognise this for the distraction technique that it was, hence the three of them were arguing over the lyrics to Montero when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.

Finn opened the door, a bounce still in his step and swaying his hips to an imaginary beat. He blinked at the figure in front of him, closing the door for a second before opening again. “Alex!” Finn pulled his brother into a tight hug, slapping his hand on the broad of his back. “Sorry, I thought I was hallucinating. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see my baby brother on his birthday, obviously,” Alex laughed, squeezing Finn back until he struggled out of his hold.

“But,” Finn spluttered. “You were in Florida yesterday? I saw your Insta story.”

“I caught the first flight this morning, I’ve got to be back tomorrow for a photoshoot.”

“That’s crazy,” Finn said, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.” He tugged Alex inside, leading him down the hall into the kitchen. “Look who’s here!”

“Hey Alex,” Logan thrust his fist for Alex to bump his fist against. Finn looked between Leo and Logan, both of their faces showing no sign of surprise.

“Did you know?!”

***

It took a while for Leo and Logan to convince Finn they didn’t need to come along and he should spend time with Alex, but now they were alone, he was realising exactly how much he had missed his brother. The conversation flowed easily, Alex having almost an entire lifetime of practise at following Finn’s leaps in topics.

“So, I booked us in for a pottery class,” Alex glanced at Finn briefly before setting his eyes back on the road. “I thought you’d like that. It’s very tactile, y’know?”

“Nice,” Finn grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do that. I hope you brought spare clothes with you, because things are about to get messy.”

It was true. Finn had binge watched The Great Pottery Throw Down, so he knew learning to make even the simplest of things would be more difficult than it looked, but somehow the two of them managed to get the clay everywhere.

“Alex, that's too fast!” Bailey, the instructor warned, but it was too late. The clay sloped to the side, thinning out as it flew off the wheel and hit Finn on the cheek.

“Oops,” Alex grimaced. “Sorry, bud.”

Finn sent a mock scowl in his brother’s direction as he peeled the clay from his skin, dumping it back on Alex’s wheel. However, O’Hara’s were nothing if not perfectionists, and the two of them were determined to create something good. Neither of their first bowls came out right; Finn’s was too tall and thin, Alex’s was short and thick. When they tried again, Finn overcorrected, creating something that resembled Alex’s first. Alex’s second attempt was going well until it spontaneously collapsed.

“Third time’s the charm,” Alex huffed, manipulating his clay back into a lump to try again. He was right, giving a triumphant smile as he watched the grey ball transform. His work wasn’t as good as the ones filling the shelves opposite, their price tags indicative of the skill that had gone into them, but it was relatively smooth and definitely a bowl.

Finn whistled through his teeth, admiring Alex’s work. He laughed as he looked down at his own third endeavour, a small stumpy thing that could perhaps hold five Cheetos. “I tried.”

“Hey, no,” Alex argued. “Give it another go if you want. You’re nearly there.”

Finn rolled his shoulders back, pursuing his lips with determination. Alex watched Finn push his foot on the pedal again, his elbows tucked into his torso as he worked the clay.

“That’s it, apply a little more pressure on the bottom than the top.” Alex encouraged him. Finn smiled, his brother was always his biggest supporter. It reminded him of the time Alex had watched him tie and re-tie his shoelaces over and over again until he’d finally mastered it and could prove to their parents that he was ready for that new pair of sneakers.

“I guess I’m not needed here,” Bailey joked. “ You’re looking good, Finn. How about you two wash up and I’ll get those mugs you wanted to paint. We’ll get these in the kiln later and they’ll be ready for collection in a few days.”

Painting the mugs was a much more relaxing process, both Finn and Alex decorating two mugs each, one for each of their partners. Bailey sat with them and Finn watched in awe as she quickly made stencils whenever they needed assistance getting the designs in their heads onto the ceramic. By the time they’d finished, the three of them had come up with an elaborate plan for Alex to get back at his team mate for filling his hotel room with balloons and Finn concluded that Bailey was the coolest person ever.

“Damn,” Alex glanced at his phone. “It’s nearly 4. Let’s get you back to your boys before I start getting threatening messages from Tremblay.”

“Trust me,” Finn snorted. “It’s Knutty you need to be scared of.”

“Crazy goalies, am I right?”

***

“Wait, why are we at the aquarium?”

“You’ll see.” Alex’s smirk was infuriating. Finn craned his head forward, excitement bubbling inside him. Alex rolled his eyes as the engine rumbled to a stop. “Go on then,” he said, tilting his head towards a modern looking building, all glass and sharp angles.

“You’re coming as well?” Finn asked when Alex slid out the car too, locking the sleek black rental behind him. “Not that I mind.I just thought you had a flight to get?”

Alex shook his head. “ No, I’m not staying for long. I want to see your reaction though.”

“My reaction to what? We all know I love the aquarium but I’m not going to explode or anything.”

“I told you, you’ll see.” There was that smirk again.

Finn held in the urge to stamp his foot. “Urgh! You’re so annoying.”

“Love you too,” Alex laughed, pushing through a set of tall glass doors. A sarcastic quip rested on Finn’s tongue, but it shattered as he looked up to see Leo and Logan waiting in the entrance, backpacks slung over their shoulders.

“Lo! Knutty!” Finn jogged the short distance, “I missed you.”

“Glad to know I’m such good company,” Alex deadpanned.

“It’s only been a few hours,” Leo chuckled, accepting Finn’s hug. Finn smiled, lifting his head for Leo to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, we went to this pottery studio, and then we got burgers and shakes like we used to when we were kids,” Finn nodded. Oh! I made you something.” He turned to Alex who had stepped into place beside him, holding his hands out. Alex grunted, but pulled the tote bag from his shoulder, placing two carefully wrapped items into his hands. “Open it!”

“Alright, give us a chance, Harz,” Logan laughed, tearing at the delicate tissue. Leo was much more methodical, peeling back the layers neatly enough the paper could probably be re-used.

“Did you do this?” Leo looked between the mug and Finn. He ran his fingers over the shiny glaze, a dark blue with tiny white stars scattered over. Inside, a moon phase created a border around the rim.

“I didn’t make the mug. We made bowls, but they won’t be ready for collection for a few days. I did paint it though. With some help from stencils. There’s a little note in the paper somewhere.”

“I couldn’t bring you the real ones, but hopefully these will do,” Leo read, his voice cracking slightly towards the end of the sentence. “Finn.”

Logan whined, the sound curling in the back of his throat. “It’s your birthday, you’re not supposed to give us things.” The mug he held had been painted white and the words ‘sweet like honey’ written over it in Finn’s neatest attempt at cursive along with several bees.

“Do you like it?” Finn rocked on his feet and Alex knocked their shoulders together, a small gesture of reassurance. “Look it’s you,” he pointed out a bee that had a small red cap on its head. The French left Logan’s mouth so quickly Finn couldn’t even begin to parse the words, let alone make any sort of effort to translate them.

“He’s mad that you are making him emotional in public,” Leo provided at Finn’s distressed frown.

“Aww, you do like it,” Finn grinned, wrapping his arms around Logan.

“Be careful! You’re going to break it.”

Alex cleared his throat. “As beautiful as this is, I’m going to have to go soon, so if we could do the big reveal?”

“Alex,” Finn almost growled. “I swear I will phone Nat - wait, what big reveal?”

Leo swung a backpack off his shoulder. Finn only now realised he was carrying two, one of which belonged to Finn. “We’re staying at the aquarium!”

“Well, yeah? Why else would we be here?”

“Non, Harzy, “ Logan laughed. “We’re sleeping at the aquarium. Overnight. Under the shark tunnel to be precise.”

“Oh my fucking God!” Finn couldn’t contain his grin as pulled Leo into the hug too, “Is this a joke? This better not be a joke.”

“Fish, there are children around,” Leo scolded. “And no, it’s not a joke. That would be mean.”

Finn let his boyfriends go, spinning around to face Alex. “Al, are you sure you don’t want to stay? This is going to be so cool!”

“I really have got to go soon,” Alex shrugged, a soft smile on his lips. He jerked his head in Logan’s direction. “Somebody count how many times Finn screams though, please.”

***

“Look!” Finn gasped, pointing up at the glass tunnel above where the three of them lay in their sleeping bags. “It’s a nurse shark.”

Logan rolled over, propping himself on his elbow and looking at Leo. “We’re not getting any sleep tonight are we?”

“I don’t think so.” Leo chuckled, shaking his head. He pointed to the tunnel. “What’s the weird looking one, Fish?”

“That’s a wobbegong, they blend into the sand,” Finn answered, curling into Leo’s side. Logan lay back down behind him, having offered Finn the middle spot for tonight. “This has been the best birthday,” he sighed happily.

“Happy birthday, Harzy,” Logan squeezed his hand through the layers of their bags. “Tell us more about the sharks.”

#finn o'hara #alex o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #lumos in love #rating: g #cw: food #cw: alcohol

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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I See Red ~ PJM [Request]

WORD COUNT: 9K

GENRE: Mafia AU, CEO Jimin, quite fast paced (i need to work on slow burns I’m sorry guys)

PAIRING: Ceo!Jimin x Fem!Mafia!Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of torture, blood, violence, hitting, threats, kidnapping, y/n is a boss ass mother fucker, I’m not sure what mafia businesses do so I hope this is all good for you my love!

A/N: I hope you don’t mind what I did with Jimin and Y/n! Thank you to my wonderful editor @moonprincessdiviniation Who caught a few mistakes and changed them for me! @killerharleyjaderose I hope you like it and it’s as you had imagined it!! I had a lot of fun with this one!

If you could be doing anything right now it would be staying at home with your twins, brother and sister - Min Jae and Yeobin. It was the perfect weather to play out in the garden with them, which was their favourite thing to do with you. The sun was up and shining brightly, it was hot outside thanks to it being the start of their summer holidays and they were on their way back from their dad’s. It would have been the perfect day to hang out in the garden with them but instead, you were here in a meeting with people you didn't want to be in a meeting with. The kids adored playing out in the garden or doing anything if it meant they got to spend time with their extremely busy mother.

The meeting you were in seemed to be dragging on from one moment to the next as you stared out of the huge floor to the ceiling glass window, just looking out into the city. You were doing anything to keep yourself entertained while whoever was speaking spoke. Normally you would be more than interested in the meetings that were being given but right now you didn't care. A room full of men asking you countless pointless questions or asking for more security on their businesses when they just weren't worth the hassle.

"Miss Y/l/n?" You turned around in the black leather chair, to see your assistant standing at the door. The small brunette had her clipboard clutched to her chest as she looked at you nervously. The man - Mr Hoonjoong - that had been speaking stopped as he stared at you with an annoyed look on his face. He didn't seem all that impressed that he'd been interrupted by a woman and that you hadn't even been listening to him in the first place.

"Come in, Areum." You told her as you motioned for her to walk into the room with your two fingers, ignoring the men that were in the room watching you. Areum glanced over at you nervously before giving you the secret hand signal that you had together. It was just a simple Shaka hand sign and that meant that your kids were in the waiting area.

"Sorry men, I think we're going to have to cut today short," You mumbled, as you got up from the chair you were sitting in, slipping into the black heels and straightening out the black pencil skirt you were wearing.

"We've only just started-" Mr Hoonjoong said as he looked at you,

"Mr Hoonjoong, we will continue this extremely boring meeting when I'm back from my personal life...Maybe you should use this time to take your wife...Or your mistress out to dinner." The old man froze as you mentioned the multiple partners he thought he kept a secret, and you smiled condescendingly at him. It was your job to know everything about everyone and that included everyone who worked in and around your company. Hoonjoong was one of the many men who worked with you that didn't think you belonged where you were. No men liked to believe that a woman could be a mother of twins as well as a powerful mafia leader and most of them hated the fact that they had to run everything by you.

"Now, if you don’t mind you’'ll kindly be escorted out by Taehyung and Namjoon. I'm sure they would be happy to listen to any complaints you may have," You tried to mask your sarcastic comment as much as you could while smiling at the older man. Your two most trusted security guards walked into the room and waited patiently for everyone to leave, ignoring their disgruntled grumbles as they made their way into the elevators at the end of the hall.

As soon as it was clear Areum let the twins into your office, smiling brightly as the two seven-year-olds sprinted over to you with huge smiles on their faces.

"Mum!" They cried out as they wrapped their arms around you, you laughed softly as you wrapped your arms around both of them and took in a deep breath. Whenever they were away at their father's you missed them and it filled you with anxiety knowing you had no idea what they were doing while they were away.

"How was your time at your dad's?" You questioned them both, but Jae took the lead in explaining what they had been doing over the weekend. It wasn't that you and your ex-boyfriend didn't get along, it was just that your lifestyles were completely different from one another. While you were a big-time mafia businesswoman Yoongi was just a simple music producer/hacker. He wanted nothing to do with that side of your world which caused you to drift apart and out of love with one another.

"He got us these cool looking swords, they light up whenever we clash them together! His new girlfriend got a puppy too!" Yeobin said excitedly, as she jumped up and down. Since she was five she'd been wanting to get her own dog which meant you knew what was going to come. All of the questions about if they could get one soon but your mind was lingering on the new girlfriend situation and as if she could read your mind Areum handed you a folder.

"Everything on Miss Lee Nayeon we could find," She promised you, as you laid the folder down onto the glass table and smiled weakly. You hated being this overprotective in front of the twins, but when Yoongi was bringing someone you didn't know into their lives you had to be cautious. You did this with everyone you knew, including the scumbag that you were currently dating. Inside the folder were photographs of a brown-haired female that looked nice enough, her background check on her had come back clear, you trusted Yoongi enough to make his own decisions of course, but you still had to make your own up too.

"Anything new on San?" You questioned as the twins began to play on their own, running around your large office as they played in their imaginary worlds together. Choi San; The man you were currently dating...Or were dating and trying to figure out what to do with him. Areum nervously flipped through some files before sliding a red one in front of you. Inside were bank statements from your many accounts and then receipts of what San had been buying for himself and the mistress he had with him.

"Is there enough on him yet?" Areum asked, as she sat down on a chair across from you. You stared through the folder while reading over everything he'd been doing. Yourself and San had only been dating for six months when you first started to notice what was going on and how confident he seemed to be at doing it. Slowly stealing money from you and trying to work his way up in the mafia game. You would have to be blind and stupid not to see what he was doing but you wanted to see how far he would take it. How far he was willing to go with everything that he was doing.

"Not yet...Do you have anything on Rose yet? All we have is this security photo from a mall." You mumbled as you turned over a photograph, she was a 5''0 bottle-blonde who seemed to be beautiful from what you could see in the photo.

"Nothing yet, just that she does the same thing she did here everywhere she goes," Areum mentioned, as she pointed at the security photograph. Rose was known in most of the malls in and around Seoul for stealing high-end products. If she wasn't so bad at it and dating your boyfriend, you would have hired her to come and work for you.

"I'll confront him when I have enough on him," You told her as you shut the folders and then slid them over to her, glancing over at the twins who were jumping up and down on the sofa.

"How about we go and have lunch?" You called out to them as you stood up once again. The twins instantly jumped down from the sofa and began yelling out yes as they got ready to head out again.

"Areum, do you want to join us?" Areum seemed shocked that you turned and asked her, but she was one of your favourite employees. She was always so loyal to you and you wanted to show her how much you respected her and her time with you.

"Thank You," She whispered, as she got ready to join you and the twins for a day out in Seoul.

By the end of the night, the twins were asleep in the back of the Black BMW SUV that was taking all three of you home. Taehyung was driving while Namjoon sat up front to make sure no one was following you the usual thing he did whenever he was out with you. They were your two main trusted guards out of the four that you had, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jungkook. All of them had been working for you for around seven years now and were your most trusted employees.

"Long day?" Taehyung chuckled, as he pulled into the driveway in front of your house looking at the kids who were sound asleep. You hummed in response as you looked at the sleeping twins, not wanting to wake them up. They'd had a long day and you didn't want to wake them up only for them to get back to sleep in the house.

"Can you and Namjoon help them inside? I don't want to wake them up." You mentioned, as you glanced at Namjoon who was already looking at you in the mirror. He nodded his head in reply, happy to help with anything you needed.

"Of course," He slid out of the front seat, and you looked up at the house still in awe that you even lived there. It was a huge mansion that had been passed down through your family for generations, given from your great-grandfather to his son and then eventually given to your mother. Mafia businesses ran in your blood, which meant even if someone wanted to overthrow you in the mafia world they would have a hard time doing so. It was also why so many people respected you in the industry, they knew not to fuck with you and you knew just what to do if anyone ever did.

"Do you want us to check inside?" Taehyung questioned, as he picked up Yeobin and carried her in the direction of your front door, but you shook your head. If there was something wrong inside you would have known about it before now, but San was standing in the front door waiting for you with a huge smile on his face.

"Welcome home," He whispered as you walked up to him, letting him kiss your cheek as you tried to brush off his affection and keep walking into the house. Taehyung and Namjoon took the kids up to bed while you looked around, the whole house was a mess and you wanted to scream out at San for it. He was supposed to be the one looking after the house while you were away but it seemed as though he hadn't done anything except make more of a mess.

"I thought you were going to clean the spare office today?" You questioned calmly, as you walked past the bottom floor office to see boxes were still all over the place, along with dust all over the desk.

"I was, but then I got busy." You rolled your eyes with your back turned to him, busy spending your money on the girl he was sleeping with behind your back no doubt,

"Busy with what? You don't work," You mentioned, as you turned to face him placing your hands on your hips as you waited for some kind of answer from him.

"I was having a job interview and I got the job...You're talking to a new and valued employee of Lee Industries," You smiled at him, doing your best to seem convincingly happy for him when you knew he was lying straight to your face. It was as if everything that ever came out of his lips was a lie and you had a human lie detector inside of your brain. The main reason you knew he was lying this time was that Lee industries wasn't hiring anyone, considering you'd bought them out last week and the CEO was now under your company.

"That's great, what will you be doing for them?" You asked, as you took off your coat and went to hang it up on the porch. You wondered just how far he was going to take this job lie, but as soon as you saw the state of the porch you wanted to rip your hair out. It was even more of a mess than when the kids played in it as toddlers. Shoes and coats were left all over the floor as if he had no common decency to clean it up.

"I'm not sure yet, but I have a business meeting next week. I'll be away for a while, do you think the twins will miss me?" His question made you want to turn around and punch him in the face, but you resisted the urge and smiled once again. Turning to look at him as you thought about everything else he would be doing instead of what he was telling you he would be.

"I'm sure they will, you know how much they love you." Another lie. The twins hated him. They told you multiple times what they thought of him and how they hated him. Which was why they were never allowed to be alone with him, that and you didn't trust him as far as you could potentially throw him. Whenever he was alone with the twins he was never truly alone, there would always be a guard or a babysitter with them at all times no matter what. Even if they were just inside of the house you wanted to make sure your children were protected at all times. They came first for you no matter what.

"I'm feeling pretty tired, so I'm going to head to bed...Long day tomorrow," You told him, as he tried to come close to you and give you a kiss. He would do things like this whenever he could feel you distancing yourself. He would try to be more romantic or kind to you, but you knew what was really happening. San was just trying to use you as much as he could for everything you had.

"Oh? What's happening tomorrow?" He questioned, as you both began to walk up to the bedroom. You smiled at Taehyung who was passing you on the landing, as he headed down to take the first shift in the house, he would be replaced later by Hoseok.

"I'm meeting with Jimin, you remember him right?" Your back was to San again and you smirked to yourself, you knew how much he hated your “friend” Jimin which only made you love him more. Jimin was a CEO of a company you always wanted but could never have so you kept him guarded. You made sure he was always well protected and had anything and everything he could need in case any other mafia families came sniffing around him. The mafia business was cutthroat, if you weren't protecting small and large businesses you were bringing in shipments of drugs or illegal cars to sell-off. Anything to earn the money you needed to get by, within life.

"I do, but why just Jimin? Why not take a guard with you? What if he's planning something?" You could tell by the tone of his voice, he was getting angry at the thought of you meeting alone with another man, which made you laugh. While he was allowed to sleep around and be unloyal to you, you weren't allowed to do the same?

"He's a friend I want to have breakfast with, what's the big deal?" You didn't give him time to answer, as you locked yourself in the bathroom and switched on the shower. With the hopes that by the time you got out he would be asleep in the bed, or not in the room so you could pretend to sleep when he came back in.

The next morning you made sure to wake up earlier than usual so that you could clean the house, you didn't trust anyone enough to come and clean it for you. You got everything perfect before waking up the twins for private school and finally changing for your meeting with Jimin. You ignored San while he tried to be a loving boyfriend with you that morning, trying to give his input on what you should and shouldn't wear to your meeting with Jimin. You did whatever you pleased anyway, settling on a white tight-fitted office dress that clung to your body perfectly. It was showing off everything you wanted to show off, while not looking like you would appear on the front of a playboy magazine. Much to San's disapproval, you went out dressed that way and went to meet Jimin in one of the many restaurants that he owned in downtown Seoul.

"Thank you Jin," You whispered to Jimin's guard, as he opened up the glass door for you, letting you inside. He shut it swiftly behind you so that nobody else could go in after you. Jimin smiled as you walked into the empty restaurant, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you walking towards him. He'd had strong feelings for you for years, but he'd kept them a secret since you were a powerful woman and now you were in a relationship. But that didn't mean he couldn't be friends with you. It wasn't until recently that you had told him about your problem with San over an open bottle of wine. A couple of drinks later led to a drunken confession on both your parts, until you conspired on a plan to get San back for what he was doing to you. Opening his arms for you Jimin smiled brightly, watching as you rushed over to him to give him a huge squeeze. Cameras outside the large glass window flashed but the two of you ignored them, sitting down in front of one another as you got ready to speak.

The cameras followed you everywhere, documenting your every movement which normally annoyed you. But today it would play in your favour, it meant that people would be mentioning you and Jimin were together and San wouldn't be able to escape from it. Although you and Jimin had to be friendly today, instead of cuddled up like you usually would be if you were alone, you knew this would push San into doing something messy. Which meant you could trip him up and confront him about everything he had been doing. You just needed enough to make him sweat, but not enough to ruin your reputation.

"How is our rat problem?" Jimin laughed as he poured you some tea and looked at you. He would have given anything to reach across and kiss you right now, but he knew what the plan was.

"He's still a pain, but I think I'm close to getting him caught...I just need him to mess up, just once and I'll get him." There was one thing you couldn't do with San. Most of the transactions that were going out of your account and into his looked as though they were payments for something he was doing for you. Whether that be painting the house, or you simply paying him to be quiet about something you couldn't do anything about with the police. Not that you would need to involve the law since you owned most of the department but you liked to do everything legally...For the most part. Not counting for the illegal cars, drugs, weapons and shady dealings that you did.

"Why don't you confront him, surely that would be better?" You sighed, as you took the small teacup from Jimin and sipped on it. Although it would have gotten you out of the relationship quicker there would be too many consequences for it. San knew too much of your personal and business life to just be let go, you needed something over him so that you could silence him into not talking about it all.

"He knows too much..." Jimin glanced at you and he knew instantly what you meant. Much like San, Jimin knew everything too. He knew everything about your life and lifestyle including the twins who were kept out of the press and given fake names whenever they had to be mentioned in the business world. No one knew who they were, how old they really were or who their father was except for you, Jimin and San...And of course, Yoongi but that was it. Other than that it was kept silent and on a need to know basis.

"You could kill him," Jimin smirked as he looked at you raising his eyebrows at you, you shook your head at him choosing to ignore it as he teased you flirtatiously with the thought of it.

"Nothing he's done has warranted it....yet." The two of you laughed together before ordering some food and catching up like old times.

"Do you know what I would give to lean across and kiss you right now?" You smirked at Jimin's question and shook your head wanting to know what he would do for it,

"Sell your company to me?" You teased as he shook his head at you,

"Maybe...Right now I'd give up anything to be able to hold you," You whined at him for doing this to you, he knew you wanted to be with him and him alone. Then you looked out at the window at the cameras, smiling and waving a little as you knew exactly who would be watching back home.

San stared down at Rose's laptop as he crushed the bagel he was supposed to be eating, your face was plastered everywhere he went, it was as if he couldn't escape from it.

"I thought you said she was in the palm of your hand?!" Rose snapped as she looked at the photograph and Jimin hugging you. It looked more than friendly to her and it was ruining their plans with San.

"She is, I have her giving me whatever I want. She doesn't even suspect anything," San mumbled, as he pushed the plate away from him and read through the article about you and Jimin. All of it splashed with facts about you and Jimin, how long you had been friends and rumours about how you could be dating.

"You're an idiot, you have to think of another way to get this money for us, Baby..." Rose turned on a whiney voice as she looked at San, her eyes getting watery as she waited for him to do something.

"You promised me we would be married by now, no more stealing...Married to you with that mansion and the money." She was beginning to pout and whine like a spoilt teenage girl who wasn't getting her own way. Which she almost was since she was only 19 years old and dating someone ten years older than her, San smiled weakly at her as he nodded his head knowing what he had promised her.

"We will princess...I promise. I need to come up with a new plan," He grumbled, as he looked at the laptop. A video was playing of you leaving the restaurant with Jimin, his arm linked around your waist as you threw your head back in laughter.

"The new plan should be something with those bratty kids of hers, I don't want them in the house with us." She grumbled, while folding her arms over her chest. The original plan was for San to marry you and then you could mysteriously go missing, or die in a plane crash he would organise, but it was proving to be harder than that. San hadn't been able to propose to you since you'd only been dating for six months and he wasn't sure if it would look suspicious.

"That's not a bad idea..." He said slowly, as he looked at Rose coming up with a plan in his head. He'd seen all of those kidnapping stories on the news, he could stage a kidnapping and get enough money for him and Rose to start up somewhere new together. Never letting on that it was him involved with the kids going missing, he would play along with you looking for them. Then finding them, before eventually ending the relationship when everything had calmed down and run away with Rose.

"You're a genius Rose," He called out excitedly as he kissed her roughly, pulling her onto his lap as he chuckled into the kiss.

A week later while San was on his "Business trip" you were standing in front of your office workers and guards in your office. There had been a breach in security that week with a story being leaked about just how close you and Jimin truly were with one another but you'd been able to stop it before it got out.

"Furthermore, I want that person to know that if they ever do something like that again-" You stopped ranting when the door to your office sprung open, hitting the wall behind it to reveal a panting Areum covered in sweat.

"Areum I'm in the middle of-" You tried to speak, but Areum cut you off quickly while shaking her head reaching for your desk as she tried to speak while catching her breath,

"Y/n! Turn on the news," She didn't even give you time to move, she did it for you, ignoring the looks of disgust from everyone in your office as she turned the volume all the way up. A woman was standing on the screen with her face covered by a black balaclava and a script in her hand,

"This is a live message for Y/n Y/l/n, we want to have our message displayed on every news channel she could see," The voice was monotone as they spoke into the camera. The only distinguishing features you could see about the girl was some false eyelashes poking out through the eye section of it. Whoever it was that was sending the message knew you would be watching, your name was constantly being monitored by those who worked for you so they could make sure no threats were happening but they'd clearly missed this one.

"Find the signal." You ordered at Namjoon, who was already rushing over to the laptop with a scared look on his face. He was clicking through everything on the computer as he tried to find the source but it was being bounced from too many IP addresses, ranging from India to Indianapolis.

"I want to tell you not to do anything dangerous or risky, don't call the police or any of your friends. We have your children and they will be returned to you if you do exactly what we say," Your heart sank, as the camera moved to reveal a dirty wooden door that was kicked open to show your kids tied up to a chair. Their mouths gagged with ties and their hands tied together with what looked like cable ties. The two of them stared at the camera terrified as they tried to scream out through the gags but they couldn't do anything.

"Namjoon!" You screamed through your cracking voice, trying to make him hurry before the broadcast ended but he was already moving as fast as he could. Areum was shuffling everyone out of the room as she tried to bring order to everything.

"We want 2.5Million won in untraceable notes," Areum was writing this all down on her small clipboard, while you watched the twins and everything around them. You were trying to determine if you knew anything inside of the room they were in, that might help you locate where they were, but you couldn't. There was nothing in the room beside a dirty bathtub that looked like it had never been cleaned, and a tub of brown hair dye on the counter, a knife and some dirty looking scissors.

"We will be in contact with more details." The broadcast ended and you stared at Namjoon, who silently shook his head as a sign that they hadn't been able to trace the location of the broadcast. Screaming you threw the closest thing to you at the wall, which so happened to be your mobile and you whined.

"Areum ring Yoongi now, I want a full team looking for the location of that broadcast. Now!" You ordered, as you could feel yourself beginning to panic. The doors to your office opened again and Jimin was standing there with a team of people. His face was full of guilt as soon as he saw you but he knew just what to do,

"To help find them, I just saw the broadcast." He panted as he walked further into the room, bringing you into a hug as he could see how panicked about it you were. Kissing the top of your head he reassured you that it was all going to be okay,

"I'm right here, it's going to be okay." He whispered, as he sat you down on one of the sofas trying to bring you down but you kept running over everything that had happened that morning. The twins were in school, you were in a meeting by 10 am and you knew the kids wouldn't go with someone they didn't know and the private school would never let them out of class.

"Someone must have gotten them on the way to school, someone who knows the route which means they're close to me," You told Jimin, who was already shaking his head at you, he'd already thought over all of this and had everyone he had on his side going through things. All he had to do was focus on getting you calmed down. You would be no use to them if you were panicked the whole time, they needed the boss bitch that ruled the business.

"I know, I have my people going through your employee files but you need to breathe." He held onto your arms and made you stare into his eyes as he helped you through some breathing techniques.

An hour later Yoongi was working alongside Jimin's men as they spent some time going over the broadcast images. Someone had been recording the entire thing making it easier for them to try and pinpoint anything in the video, but there was nothing there that could help. All anyone knew was it was some rundown looking hotel room or apartment that they were being held in and the kids looked unharmed for the time being.

"Do you think it could be San?" Jimin questioned, as Yoongi came over to you and him on the sofa. You shook your head, taking the cup Yoongi was holding out for you to take. They were still trying to get you to calm down but since seeing the kids you hadn't been able to get calm, your mind was wandering in too many different directions with different outcomes.

"He wouldn't have the balls or the brains to pull off something like this..." You whispered, as you looked at Jimin. You'd thought about it already, but you knew he'd gone to some fancy hotel with Rose that week since he was on a "business trip,"

"Any news?" Your eyes lit up as you stared at Yoongi but he shook his head, sitting down on the sofa and feeling defeated himself. There had been no calls or videos since the broadcast and you were starting to lose hope of any communication,

"I'm sure-" Yoongi stopped speaking, when the news was turned up once again and the same person as before was standing on the screen. Yeobin was standing in front of her this time and the woman clutched onto your daughter's shoulder tightly enough, that Yeobin looked as though she was in physical pain.

"You will leave the required money amount in suitcases in the middle of Gangnam Station by 12 pm tonight before leaving the scene. If anything suspicious happens we won't hesitate to kill them," Yeobin moved a little and the woman pushed her down into the chair once again, ignoring the girl as she winced in pain.

"As a sign that we mean what we're saying-" The woman pulled out some scissors and began to cut off Yeobin's hair and then some of Jae's hair, before turning to the camera again and holding the scissors as if they were a knife this time.

"For every moment you waste not giving us our money or trying to catch us we will cut off their ten fingers or ten toes until we have to get to the limbs." The broadcast ended and you stood up on your feet, your blood running hot. Dropping the cup onto the floor, you stormed over to your computer looking through your accounts for the money you could get.

"Don't you think it would be better to track them?" Taehyung suggested, as he watched you going through everything. But you shook your head not wanting to waste any more time on tracking anyone or any signal that was being bounced around from place to place.

"Not if it puts my children at risk. Areum. Get me every account I own, including the company ones." You mumbled, as you began clicking through everything. Yoongi joined you as he began to go through his own accounts to get the money together.

"Y/n." Yoongi's voice sounded strained as he looked over at you. Areum, Jimin and yourself were counting out the money as you placed it into two suitcases, while Yoongi was on his laptop. He'd been spending the afternoon searching through everything he could on San provided to him from Areum behind your back. Although you had said you didn't think he would have the brains Yoongi didn't want to leave any stone unturned,

"What's wrong?" You sniffled as you looked over at him, you'd been counting the money while crying at the thought of your kids. All you wanted was for them to be safe and at home where you could look out for them.

"Where did you say San was?" The thought of Yoongi looking in on San after already telling him not to do so irritated you, but you shook your head.

"With his girlfriend, he said business trip so he probably took Rose somewhere fancy with my money." You grumbled, as you went back to counting but this time Jimin looked up and frowned as he thought about it.

"Don't you find it odd that they're away when your children go missing..." You shook your head at first, you thought it was weird. But you knew that San wouldn't have the guts to do something like this and you had been on the phone with him an hour ago. He was travelling home after seeing on the news what had happened,

"He called me to tell me he was coming back tomorrow after he "cancelled meetings"...Why would he come back if he was the one that took them?" You asked. Yoongi began to dive deeper into the accounts that San had, finding secret accounts under different names including one under Choi Rose.

"I think I know where they are." Your heart sank to your stomach, as Yoongi brought the laptop over to you with everything he had found on them. As soon as your eyes read over everything, the protective side of you took over and your blood began to boil once again. The mafia side of you was in control and no one would be able to stop you from doing what you wanted to do.

"Jimin." You mumbled, as you grabbed your keys and looked at Yoongi and Areum,

"Mind if we use your private cars?" A devilish smirk took over his face as he nodded his head with you,

"Only if I get to join in," You nodded, as you began to gather everything you needed for the mission.

You had a team on the ground making sure that no one knew you were the ones leaving. You had someone keeping the money packing going as a backup plan, but you knew exactly where they were and what to do when you got to them. San hadn't been good at keeping his tracks hidden and Rose wasn't as good as she thought she was hiding a paper trail. Yoongi had been able to trace the fake hotel room San had booked, along with this one at the run-down motel.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asked, as you watched the motel that San and Rose were hiding out in. You'd followed San home from wherever he was to this dingy little motel in the middle of nowhere. You nodded at him before looking at Jimin and Yoongi, who were already carrying guns and enough ammo to take San and Rose out five times. Cars had surrounded the place and made sure all of the ground was covered so no one could get away.

"Move in slowly," Yoongi whispered into a mic, as your team of guards all surrounded the one motel room they were in, breaching it as soon as you gave the okay signal.

"DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!" A voice screamed out, making a woman squeal out in a high pitched scream. San looked over at the door and made a break for the window as soon as he laid eyes on you, but Taehyung was already standing on the other side pushing him back inside.

"Where are they?!" You yelled out, while Namjoon and Taehyung tied up San and Rose sitting them on some chairs from inside the room. But it didn't take long for you to hear the muffled screams of your kids.

The bathroom door was pulled open and Yoongi jumped around you to get to the twins, who were still tied up on a chair and sitting in the bathroom. As soon as you saw them you rushed over and began kissing all over their faces, removing the ties from their mouths as soon as you could while Yoongi cut the cable ties.

"Mummy is going to take care of everything, I promise you." You whispered as you looked at them. Tears were running down their faces and they looked terrified, which only made your blood boil more. No one messed with your family. All you could see was red as you thought about someone hurting one small hair on their heads.

"Yoongi, take them home. I don't want them around for what's about to happen." You mumbled, as you rose from your feet and walked back into the bedroom of the motel room to see Jimin staring at San.

"Is he talking?" You questioned, as you walked over to Jimin. Standing beside him, you stared at Rose and then to San who was looking anywhere but at you.

"Nothing. But you have your ways of getting them to talk," He smirked, as he nodded for his men to go with Yoongi and the kids. Leaving the two of you alone with the two kidnappers in front of you.

"I need somewhere to be alone with them, do you have anywhere around here?" You questioned Jimin, as you took off the blazer of your suit. Jimin shook his head.

"No, but I'll buy the motel, don't worry about it, babe," As soon as the pet name left Jimin's lips, San's head snapped around to look at both of you. You smirked along with Jimin. It felt good for it to finally be out in the open and you looked at San, as you saw the look of confusion and anger plastered across his face.

"What's wrong San? Did you think you were the only one who could cheat?" You chuckled, as he struggled against the cable ties. His face turning red as he looks at you both standing there together.

"Did you really think you could get away with this?" Your question was genuine as you looked at him. You wondered how he thought he would be able to get away with something so moronic, like kidnapping your children away from you.

"Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget - I know everything you've been doing San," You took out the gun from your holster and cocked it back before taking off the safety. Just to show him that you were serious about this.

"I was willing to let you go after catching you with her...You're nothing but a two-timing, cheap, lying wannabe." Jimin kept his eyes transfixed on you, as you looked at San with red in your eyes. It looked as though you were ready to murder him for everything he'd been doing to you, and Jimin would help you clean everything up.

"I was going to let you go with everything, but you put my kids into it...You're a fool if you thought that I'd just let this go..." You smirked, as you took the gun in your hand and placed it against his left temple as you stood behind him. Enjoying the way sweat began to bead around his head and slowly fall down, struggling against your hand.

"Gun to your head, now all I see is red!" You smirked, as you did nothing but hit him around the face with your gun, laughing when he spat out blood onto the floor. This time Jimin stepped forward and punched him in the jaw making San grunt out in pain but neither of you were going to stop what you were doing.

"This was all her idea...She meant nothing to me Y/n!" He cried out as Jimin went to hit him again, your hand stretched out to stop Jimin as you laughed sarcastically.

"Did you really just say she didn't mean anything?" He nodded, as blood dribbled down his chin and onto the floor. Looking up at you with pleading eyes as he tried to pass the blame onto somebody else.

"You've been cheating on me with her since the start...Did you not think I knew everything that you've been doing?" You questioned, as you squatted in front of him. You pushed the gun against his chest, as you tried to remind him who you were and what you were threatening him with.

"You dug your grave now lie in it," You whispered to him, as you got up from the floor and pressed the barrel of the gun at the back of his head hard enough to leave an imprint,

"Executioner style, and there won't be any trial don't you know you'll be better off dead..." Jimin knew that he wasn't supposed to be as excited by seeing this side of you as he was. But there was no lie that it was attractive to see you so passionate about something.

"How did you do it?" You asked Rose, as she stared at you anxiously. Jimin was in the bathroom with San and all that could be heard was grunts of pain coming from San as Jimin questioned him. There wasn't a single mark on Rose though, as you sat across from her on the bed. San's blood on your white skirt from where you had shot him in the leg, when he lied to you for the sixth time that night. The two of you had been questioning them for the last five hours, but it was ultimately leading nowhere as you got nothing but lies from San and pleads from Rose.

"How did I what?" She stuttered out, as she flinched at the sound of San yelling out in pain,

"Don't worry about that, we won't hurt you. How did you get my kids out of school?" You were taking a calmer approach to Rose, as far as you could see she had done nothing on her own actions. It was all what San had told her to do and you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and let her explain it all while San wasn't in the room.

"San had me pose as your assistant...Told me to tell the school there was an emergency," That explained why her hair was so dark and why there had been dye on the sink in the broadcasted video.

"Why did you do it? Why go along with it knowing who I am?" You tilted your head to the side as you questioned her, but she started the tears, shaking her head violently as she tried to skip over it.

"Now, now. No crocodile tears. Why did you take my children?" But she continued to annoy you as she sobbed hysterically, so you shot a warning shot into the ceiling and yelled at her, finally having enough of the innocent act.

"I said no crying! Answer the question!" The tears instantly stopped and she stared up at you. Her eyebrows knitted together, as she admitted to everything she thought she and San would get away with.

"I wanted to overthrow you. We wanted to start our lives together with some money and a big house...Big business." You rolled your eyes at the thought of it, but at least now you knew how to make it harder on them both if you wanted them to live.

Jimin dragged San out backwards on the chair and you smiled at him happily, you kissed Jimin on the lips softly before turning your attention to San. He stared up at you through swollen eyes.

"Enough...I-I told you everything, will you just stop torturing him!" Rose pleaded as blood dripped from Jimin's knuckles, he'd clearly hurt himself when trying to get information out of San. So you wrapped it up with one of the cloth ties that had been used on your children.

"I'll get you some ice later babe," You promised as you kissed him again, turning back to Rose,

"I will but...There is one more thing," You whispered to them both as you looked at San,

"Run....hide, do whatever you want as long as it's not in South Korea..." You took in a deep breath, as you looked over at Rose and then to San once again. Trying to think of a way to make your message as clear as day to them both.

"You're so done, you better sleep with one eye open every night...If you take one step into South Korean again I'll have you killed on the spot..." The two of them shivered as you stood up and turned to leave. But you turned back around, not wanting them to get off so lightly, tutting to yourself you looked at each of them.

"In fact...If you even so much as stay together in one country I'll have you killed...That means San in one place and little Rosebud here in another. Do I make myself clear?" Neither of them did something to acknowledge that you had spoken, so you slapped San across the face with your gun making him whimper out,

"I asked if I made myself clear?" He nodded his head, before spitting blood out onto the floor and looking away from you and Jimin walked over.

"I'll call someone in to clean up and I'll meet you back at your place?" You nodded, before kissing him softly and walking out of the motel to see Taehyung standing with Hoseok and some of Jimin's men. You knew they'd been waiting for you both to finish up before they cleaned up so you looked at them.

"Ready to head back?" Hoseok questioned as he looked at his watch. It was getting close to 4 am but he knew the kids were waiting up for you to come back if Yoongi would let them.

"There's one thing I have to do first," You mumbled, as you got into the back of a black SUV and began looking through your phone. Hoseok told you it would be his pleasure to help with anything.

Walking into the house you found Yoongi asleep on the sofa, with your daughter and son on him, their heads resting on either of his thighs. They must have fallen asleep while waiting for you to come back. Jimin looked at you as you bent down to kiss Yeobin and Jae on the head and then he hugged you from behind,

"Do you think they'll be okay?" You questioned, as you watched them all sleeping together, Jimin nodded as he kissed your shoulder softly. The one thing you'd been most worried about was that they would be affected mentally by what had happened to them.

"I think they're just like you, strong-minded. They'll be fine," He reassured you, as he kissed you again, stopping when he heard Yoongi waking up and looking over at you both. He smiled when he saw you standing there together glad you were back from the small trip.

"Everything taken care of?" Yoongi was afraid of the answer he was going to get, but he needed to know no one was going to hurt his children again. You nodded at him as you sat down on the coffee table across from him, never taking your eyes off the kids.

"Where are they?" He was nervous that you were going to tell him that the pair were dead, but you looked up at Jimin who simply smiled at you before rubbing your shoulders softly and explaining where the pair were to your ex.

"Taehyung is on his way to England with San while Namjoon is taking a trip with Rose to Australia, they'll be busy for a while...Never allowed to come back," Jimin assured Yoongi and you smiled weakly. Part of you knew you should have killed them for what they did, but you knew it would be wrong on so many levels and there would be lots of questions from the police. Even if you did own half of the station, it didn't mean you could go around murdering whoever you wanted without consequences. Yoongi looked at the time and then back at you.

"It's almost morning, where were you?" You nodded over at two crates in the living room and smiled at the thought of what was sitting inside of them. You'd asked Hoseok to give you a quick detour on the way back to pick up the presents you'd been saving for the twins,

"I got them dogs each...T-They were asking for a while and I figured what better way of saying sorry you got kidnapped, then buying them a dog," You mumbled sarcastically as Jimin walked over to the puppies and let them out. Two identical black labrador puppies coming out shyly as they sniffed around their new home. Yoongi's eyes widened as he stared at the puppies before he stared at you,

"I had this planned for a while but I thought I would give the puppies to them early..." Yoongi laughed softly, as he carefully got up from the sofa letting the twins sleep as he greeted the puppies on the floor. Stroking them softly as he tried to get them to look around on their own.

"Will you be okay?" Jimin questioned, as he sat down on the coffee table beside you, your eyes glued to the twins as you thought about the question.

"Maybe...If I had someone to stay with me while I stayed home for a while," You looked up at him and he smiled at the thought of it. The two of you had been together long enough for you to move in together but you'd not have the chance until now to ask him.

"Is this your way of asking me to move in with you..." He raised his eyebrow up at you.

"Maybe it is," You answered shyly, as you glanced back at the kids and back to him,

"Then maybe this is me saying yes," He whispered to you, before kissing your lips softly and smiling happily to himself.

"We should put them to bed, it's almost 6 in the morning," Yoongi whispered, as he noticed the twins starting to stir. But before any of you could move to get the twins to bed, Yeobin was awake and staring at the puppy that had jumped onto her chest.

"Little late for that," You laughed as she let out a loud squeal of excitement, looking at you and then to the puppy wondering if it was a dream or not. Jae mumbled as he rolled over to shut his sister up before letting out a small gasp as he saw a matching dog next to hers.

"I think it's time we had breakfast," You called out, as you looked at the twins who seemed happy with their dogs and that they were home safe and sound.

"I'll cook with you," Jimin hummed, leaving Yoongi and the twins together with their puppies as you got breakfast ready for everyone. As a big and happy family, making sure to cook enough for all your guards you knew had been working hard since last night.

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headheartbellarke · 4 years ago

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Love, Owen. | OWEN PATRICK JOYNER

Requested by anon: “Hi, I have a request for Owen! He's in love with Y/N but despite all his flirty comments, she's still oblivious, and he gets mad when one day she told him that she have a date. Please and thank you x”

PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem! reader

WARNING(s): angst, owen being a dumbass, some language, fluffy ending

WORD(s): 3,343

SUMMARY: in which y/n is engaged, but owen is hopelessly in love with her.

A/N: took a little creative liberty here hehe :3

Owen taps his foot anxiously, and his roommate and best friend, Charlie, gives him a dirty look. “Can you stop that? I’m trying to text my sister.”

“Sorry. I just feel anxious.” He admits, looking down at the grey tiles of Vancouver International airport.

Charlie’s voice softens. “Why?”

“I just haven’t seen her in so long and I’m scared if things are too… weird, or different.”

“Hey, breathe, okay? She’s been your best friend for how long?” Charlie lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Since we were five, so fourteen years.”

“I can promise you that nothing will change, okay, buddy? It’s gonna be fine.”

Owen nods, looking at the red, neon ‘Arrivals’ sign atop his head. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and his eyes linger on his lock screen, that is a picture of him and the person he is currently waiting for – Y/N, his best friend. He smiles at the picture – it’s them on her last birthday, and she is grinning, wearing a princess tiara and red, heart sunglasses, while he’s pouting, with a birthday cap atop his head, as she squishes his cheeks.

He feels a tap on his back, and he turns around, his heart racing, fully expecting to see her, after two long months.

But it’s Charlie, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A disappointed sigh escapes Owen, and he says, “What are you doing?”

His friend shrugs and says, “Behind you.”

He turns around again, and finally spots her, standing a couple feet away – and for a moment, his world tilts on its axis, and it’s just him and Y/N. Warmth courses through his veins, as his body goes on autopilot and he starts taking long strides towards her. She seems to also have frozen in time, but when she sees Owen, she runs, and jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso, and her arms around his neck.

The momentum shocks him, but he quickly recovers and holds her steady against his body. It’s like his brain is lagging – but he feels like he’s home when her fruity smell overpowers his senses.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Owen whispers, as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. He feels the vibrations of her laugh roll into his body as she says, “I have so much to tell you.”

He slowly puts her down, running his hands along the length of her back. Y/N takes a step back from him, and grins, and Owen’s sure that his heart melted, just a little.

He knows that the fact that he’s in love with her is hopeless, pointless, even. But he can’t help it – how could he? Y/N is his other half, his best friend, his family. She is the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on, and she is as sweet as sugar. She sees good in every human being, no matter how much they’ve hurt her – and has a spark inside her, that can put all the fires in the world to shame. She knows him like the back of her hand, and has always been there for him, with no expectations.

So, it was quite inevitable that he fell in love with her.

She reaches a hand forward, and combs Owen’s hair with it. “Your hair’s a mess, as usual.”

“That’s because I didn’t have you to fix it.” He replies cheekily, but Y/N just laughs.

“Your mother told me to remind you to do your laundry.”

He nods. “Noted. Also, did I mention that somehow you’re a hundred times more beautiful than the last time that I saw you?”

“Pfft. Where’s Charlie?” She says, and Owen’s unsure whether she is oblivious to or ignores his blatant flirting. It’s not like it has been subtle – he loves her so much that it’s impossible for him to not give signs at this point.

“Right here. Loving all the attention that you’re giving me, kiddo.” Charlie says, walking up to them.

She laughs breezily, hugging him. “I’m just two years younger than you, dude.”

“I know – holy shit, Y/N, is that an engagement ring?” Charlie’s eyes widen and Owen feels his heartbeat race. “What?”

He looks at his best friend, and she bites her lower lip. “That’s what I’m here to tell you.”

Owen takes a step back from their little circle, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, you’re not here because you missed me, but because you got engaged to some – some dude?”

“No! No, that was phrased wrong. No, that’s not it.” She mumbles the last part, but he’s not convinced. “It’s not some dude, Owen – Louis asked me to marry me.”

“Louis? The guy you’ve been dating for three months?!”

“But I’ve known him for a year!”

Owen shakes his head. He absolutely hates Louis. To be honest, he hates any and every boy that shows an interest in Y/N, and that’s a lot of people – and who can blame them, right? But she’s always turned down those boys, choosing to have a movie marathon with Owen instead. But Louis – he goes to college with her, and even though he hates to admit it, they are quite alike – they’re both brilliant and ambitious.

That’s why Owen’s always felt insecure ever since she said that he had asked her out – because how could Y/N choose him over perfect Louis? Louis whose part British, part French, is obsessed with physics just as much as Y/N is, who is tall, and handsome, who volunteers at homeless centres on his weekends, and is on the soccer team?

When they went on their first date, he didn’t think much of it. She’s always going on dates, something about living life to the fullest, and making as many connections as possible. He didn’t think that anything would come out of it, because it never does. Sure, he wishes that he’s the one that she goes with on those dates, but at least, nothing serious ever happens on them. The last serious relationship she had was during their senior year, which was also when Owen had realised that he is in love with her.

But now, he feels a heart crushing weight, the weight of his secret, because he never, ever thought that it would go this far.

“You’re making a huge mistake.” He mutters and Y/N’s brows furrow.

“Owen, please, you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to support me no matter what.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t support you when you’re throwing your entire life down the drain.”

“You never support me. You didn’t support me in high school, and you don’t support me now.”

“Your high school boyfriend wanted you in the kitchen with a dinner plate and refused to let you go to Stanford.”

“That is not the point. The point is, you’re supposed to have my back. But I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. You never call me – I get it, O, you’re busy with your life – and I’m so happy for you, you know that I am, but I didn’t realize that being an actor would mean that we wouldn’t even be friends anymore.”

Owen pauses. It’s true, he has been ignoring her. But, in his defence, whenever they would talk, Louis was around. He’s always around. It made Owen feel pure, blind hatred because he is everything that Owen is insecure about.

“That’s your fault.”

She raises her brows. “Really? How?”

“Because all you talk about is Louis!” He lies. “We all know that he isn’t gonna last, Y/N.”

Her jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t know how to be in a relationship. That’s why none of them last. You’re just gonna leave him and break his heart like all the other guys.” He says, bitterly. At this point, words are just flowing out of his mouth – almost as if some imaginary faucet in his brain has been turned on.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, O.” She looks around, and Owen knows her so well that he knows that she is trying to hide the fact that she might start crying.

Then, before he can stop himself, years of suppressed feelings rise. “I know you, Y/N. You think you’re better than anyone, but, in reality, you’re the worst. You treat people as if they’re nothing and you never, ever care about what others feel. You don’t care about anything – me, Louis or anyone.”

A single tear slides down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it away, and Owen finally catches a sight of her ring – a single, beautiful, big diamond on a silver ring. Simple, just as she likes.

That makes him even more mad, and he says, “You were supposed to be my best friend – but right now I can’t even look at you, Y/N.”

His voice cracks when he says her name.

“Is that what you think of me?” She finally says, her voice hoarse. Just speaking frees more tears from her eyes, and Owen’s heart breaks, but he can’t stop.

He nods, and she chokes back a sob.

“Owen, you don’t mean that.” Charlie whispers softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. Owen forgot that he was here, and his throat tightens. He hates the fact that she’s friends with all his friends, and they love her as much as they love him.

“I – I – I’m gonna stay somewhere else. Since you can’t, you know, even look at me.” She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, and Owen stops himself from reaching forward and holding her. He hates himself so much, right now – he said all those things that he didn’t mean, things that are completely false, just because he’s jealous. He hates the fact that his best friend is crying in front of him, and he has to look away because of his pride.

“Hey, Y/N, that’s nonsense –” Charlie starts but Y/N raises a hand and says, “Please, Charlie. I – I can’t stand here and take this shit. I’m just… just gonna go.” She hooks a finger on her trolley, and drags it behind her, walking toward the exit.

As he watches her go, Owen feels the heaviness in his chest return, like a stone. He feels his throat tighten, and his vision blur, while his mind races – he tries to catch a thought, but they’re all messy and he doesn’t know what to think. He feels like he’s trapped, like someone has put a plastic bag over his head, and he feels like there’s no air around.

He is faintly aware of Charlie holding him, and whispering, “O, you’re having a panic attack.”

***

“Owen? Are you alright?” Savannah asks, resting a hand on his shoulder.

He nods. “Absolutely.”

Madison plops on the couch beside him, in the break room. “Where’s Y/N? Wasn’t she supposed to come here yesterday?”

Owen watches Savannah’s eyes widen as shakes her head toward Madison, who looks completely oblivious.

“She… Uh, she… we had a fight, and she went to stay somewhere else.” He says, still reeling from yesterday’s events.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do. After his panic attack at the airport, Charlie took him home and let him stay under his covers for the rest of the day, informing everyone on set that he had a bad cold and couldn’t make it. After a while, Savannah was there with bags of Chinese food for Owen and when he tried to eat, he remembered the fact that Chinese cuisine is Y/N’s favorite, and their go-to whenever they ordered take out.

He told Charlie and Savannah that he absolutely hated himself, and that he was a horrible person, and everything that he said to Y/N were things that he is. He knows that what he said was wrong, and that there is no excuse for it, and not meaning them would not make him forget how broken his best friend looked.

He’s spent all of today working with Booboo, avoiding Charlie and Savannah because he can’t stand the pity in their eyes for him.

“You know, you should just apologize to her.” Savannah says, softly.

He shakes his head. “She hates me. I know that. I know what I said is unforgivable.”

“Owen, I’m a hundred percent sure that she could never hate you. I’ve known her for so long, so trust me on this.”

“Well, I’ve known her longer, so trust me on this.”

He lies on the couch he was sitting on and pulls out his headphones from his pocket.

“Owen, come on –”

“Just let me cry, Savannah. It’s what I deserve.”

“That’s enough, Joyner. Get up.” Charlie says, walking up from behind them.

“Leave me alone, Charlie.”

“No. This is not you, all right?”

“Maybe it is.”

Charlie slaps him.

“Dude! That hurt!”

“That’s the point. Now come on, get up. You can either feel sorry for yourself and wallow in self pity for the rest of your life, or you can go to your best friend and apologize to her because you were a dick and tell her how you really feel and how you were jealous.”

“She doesn’t –”

Charlie slaps him again.

“Dude, what the fuck!”

“I’m so tired of seeing you mope. Mads, push him off the couch.”

Madison scoffs. “I’m not gonna – OK, fine, don’t look at me like, Charlie, you’re so scary when you’re mad.” She grabs a handful of Owen’s shirt and drags him, but he gets up himself.

“OK, fine! But I don’t know where she’s staying!”

“Savannah will take care of that.”

She nods. “I will. Just fix him, Charlie, okay? He looks fucking homeless.”

“Hey!”

***

Owen raises his fist above the white door in the white hallway of the very white hotel Y/N’s staying at. He pauses, taking a deep breath, but it’s hard because he’s feeling very anxious, and the white surroundings are making him lose it a little.

He closes his eyes and builds up his courage. It’s hard because the person that usually makes him calm is the one making him nervous right now. Yet, he inhales a lungful of air, and knocks on the door.

Knock’s not the correct word. He literally bangs on the door, the frustration rolling off of him in waves. His heart races in anticipation when he hears footsteps on the other side of the door which comes to a stop and Owen knows she’s checking the door hole, and wonders whether she’ll open the door now that she’s seen him.

She does, and a little hope rises in his chest, and he thinks, or rather prays, that she doesn’t hate him. The door swings open, and she stands there, wearing a pink onesie and a nonchalant expression.

“What do you want?” She asks, bitterly.

“Everything’s so white, Y/N. How are you staying here?” He blurts out.

She sighs, and proceeds to close the door, but Owen slides in, raising his hands. “Y/N. Please. Can I tell you something?”

“Isn’t that all you’ve been doing since yesterday?” She snaps, closing the door behind him, and brushing by him during the action. Owen feels a flutter in his stomach at that.

“I deserve that.” He admits, looking down at his shoes. “But please. Let me explain.”

She walks away from him. “No. This time I’m talking.”

She stares at him determinedly, and Owen gulps.

“Yesterday – it was just another example of you… exploiting my weakness.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “You… I…” She trails off, and that determination fades from her eyes.

At that moment, Owen notices her left hand, or rather the absence of a ring there.

“Y/N, where’s your ring?”

She smiles, sadly. “Don’t you understand? This is exactly what I’m talking about! You disapproved, and I broke it off! I broke it off with a perfectly good guy, and I broke his heart, Owen. Like you said I would. Like I’ve done to every other guy that was in my life.”

She’s going too fast, he thinks. Finally, he says, “I – I don’t understand…”

“Of course, you don’t! You never have and you never will! It’s you, Owen. You’re my weakness. You disapproved, and I… I called off the wedding. You weren’t completely right, Owen… I mean, I don’t care about Louis, about any other guy – but I care about you. I care about you the most, and that’s why I can never be in a relationship, and I never can get married. Your opinion, you mean more to me than anyone else, and it’s why I’ve spent the entirety of yesterday crying instead of doing anything!”

Owen’s lips part, and he’s too scared to make anything out of Y/N’s words, because this time, he wouldn’t be able to handle the disappointment that usually comes after feeling hope about them.

“Owen… I’m in love with you, and it’s breaking me inside.”

Right now, Y/N’s face is damp with tears, but he’s frozen. He’s been waiting, waiting, waiting to hear those words and dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of this moment, but now that it’s happening, he doesn’t know what to do. Y/N scoffs. “Of course. Just… just see yourself out, okay?”

She turns around, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and her movement is what breaks Owen out of his trance. He takes long strides towards her, and grabs her wrist, and the contact of her cold skin on his warm skin seems to shock the both of them.

They stand mere millimetres apart, and finally Owen speaks, “Y/N. I was jealous yesterday.”

Her eyebrows shoot upwards, and he continues, “I mean, Louis’ perfect! He makes me feel so insecure, because he’s clearly the better choice out of the two of us. Plus, you’ve always ignored my flirting, so I thought –”

“Flirting? When?!” She asks.

He loses it a little. “All the time! Dude! You’re the only person with whom I flirt! Like, I can’t even help it, it just happens –”

“Are you saying that I’ve been oblivious –”

“I thought – okay, never mind. Anyway. That doesn’t excuse what I said last day. I’m incredibly sorry, Y/N. I hope you know that I didn’t mean a single word that I said, and you’re the most caring person in my life, all right? You… you’ve always gone out of your way to be kind, and what I said was not true and not okay at all. I’m sorry. It was just years of frustration.”

“Well, if you hadn’t been so daft, and said something earlier –”

“I could say the same about you – okay, that’s not the point. The point is I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yesterday, I’m sorry for ignoring you all these months because I was insecure –”

“You ignored me because you were insecure about Louis? Clearly, you’re the superior person in my life.”

“Y/N, have you seen his hair and his accent? Clearly not.”

“Well, you do have a point. Still, you’re clearly more important to me.”

Owen can feel her breath on his skin now. “I always do. Y/N. I’m in love with you, too. I’m also sorry that I’ve been an idiot –”

“Well, in your defence, we’ve both been idiots.”

He smiles at her and raises his right hand to caress the side of her face. She leans into the touch, closing her eyes for a second.

“Say it again.” He whispers.

“What?”

“That you love me too.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Ow –”

He doesn’t let her finish, but instead cups her face with both of his hands, and presses his lips to hers, the familiar, homely sensation arising, yet again. She tastes like chocolate and everything sweet in the world. She smiles into the kiss, and when they pull apart for air, she whispers, “Never interrupt me like that again.”

He grins, his thumb rubbing circles on her cheek. “Noted. And Y/N?”

She hums in question, her eyes shining like stars.

“I love you.”

She smiles, and it lights up his world.

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